Valen's POV
I found Raven in the kitchen, practically slaving away over a cutting board. Her eyes were red and streaming with tears from the onions she was chopping, and I couldn't help it, I burst out laughing at her misery. She looked so pathetic yet so determined that it was almost adorable.
"Who asked you to do all this?" I asked, leaning against the counter and watching her struggle.
She wiped a stray tear with her shoulder, trying not to get onion juice in her eyes. "Nobody asked me. I just wanted to make myself useful. I was starting to feel like a decorative ornament around here."
I stepped closer, a teasing smirk on my lips. "There are many other ways to make yourself useful that don’t involve making yourself cry over vegetables, little mate."
Raven huffed, throwing a choppe
