Aurora’s POV
“You can’t be serious. You actually want us to make you a meal?” Liam said, pure annoyance laced deeply in his tone.
I just sat back and nodded, keeping my expression entirely neutral.
“I can’t cook,” he added sharply, crossing his arms over his chest like a stubborn child.
“Well, you have to learn it,” I said, a slow, mocking smirk playing on my lips. “Because I specifically want to eat a meal made by you, Liam.”
“I—”
“Leave it, Liam,” Lucian interrupted, stepping between us with a heavy, exhausting sigh. He turned his gaze to me, his expression soft and compliant. “We just have to make the food for her. You don’t need to worry about a thing, Aurora. You should just relax. We will make your meal.”
“No,” I countered immediately, tilting my head. “I am going to stand rig
