Chapter 10
I’ve already had three cups of coffee by the time Leila peeks her head into the kitchen. She’s trying to look bashful, but she’s also grinning.
“Am I still welcome here?” she asks, her body hiding behind the corner.
“Don’t be silly.” I hold up a mug and Rian fills it with coffee.
When Leila spots Rian, she gets a mortified look on her face. She shuffles into the kitchen gingerly, as though she’s been caught red-handed at something, and sits at the place that’s been set for her.
“Morning,” Leila says to Rian first, then to me.
“How are you feeling?” I ask.
“Surprisingly chipper.” There’s that grin again, although it’s not at full wattage yet. “That good stuff you serve must not be so lethal after all.”
“Up for some breakfast?” I return her grin. “Eggs? Pancakes? French to
