Daniel's POV
By the time evening arrived, my nerves were already shredding into pieces.
The kitchen buzzed with frantic energy…pots clanging, fires roaring, chefs whispering prayers under their breath. Everyone worked as if they were preparing for a royal banquet, and not a normal routine evening meal.
Because they all knew.
He was coming back.
This has never happened before
I wiped my damp palms on my apron and tried to focus on the stew gently boiling in front of me.
But It didn’t help.
Every time the door creaked open, Everytime someone walked through, my heart jumped up to my throat. Every set of footsteps made my body stiffen.
But when Arthur finally entered, I felt him even before I heard him.
A cold ripple of awareness spread through the kitchen…just like the same way wa
