Darien
I stood in the doorway of the kitchen, trying my absolute hardest to keep a straight face. It was possibly the most difficult thing I’d ever attempted, and I’d faced down ancient witches and territorial beasts without flinching.
But watching Leah cook? That was something else entirely.
An egg slipped from her fingers and splattered on the floor with a wet crack. She laughed, reaching for another one, only to knock a glass plate off the counter. It shattered with a musical tinkle, and she barely glanced at it before continuing her ... I hesitate to call it cooking. Organized chaos, maybe?
A pot on the stove began to boil over, white foam cascading down the sides and hissing on the burner. Leah spun around, her eyes wide, and grabbed a wooden spoon to stir it frantically. This res
