LEILA'S POV
When I got home, a search through the kitchen showed me that at least I would not have to make a trip to the grocery store. Though from the look of things, Ruelle seemed to have done her best to go through, and in most cases, even waste some of the groceries I had bought the week before. All this was no doubt in a bid to increase my workload in whatever way possible.
"Petty," I said as I closed the kitchen cupboard with a shake of my head.
Actually, if there was a word more than petty, that would be the one used to describe Ruelle. A look at my watch told me I had a little time before I was supposed to get dinner started. Thankfully, Ruelle was not here to get on my case. With a sigh, I plonked down on the sofa. Today had been a really tiring day at the library, and in a f
