Paige's POV
Paige’s stomach suddenly rumbled as the sweet aroma of something rich and meaty hit her nose.
She inched forward to see a tiny kitchen area, a large pot of something on the stove was lightly simmering.
Paige leaned over the pot to inspect the delicious smelling substance.
Who cooked this? She asked, glancing around the small cabin once more.
‘We did.’ Isis purred, seemingly rather proud of herself.
'You' can cook...? Paige raised a slender brow in surprise.
‘I can ‘google…’ Isis snorted indignantly.
Paige shrugged before she began opening cabinets in search of a bowl.
‘Third door on the right...’ Isis added and Paige felt her arm lift of its own accord and point to one of the cabinets.
Paige paused, nervously eyeing the arm as it slowly lowered back to her side.
