Reluctantly, I sit down beside him. Since this is a residential area and it’s late in the evening, most families have settled down for the night, so the street and the park are empty. It’s quiet out here, and the street lamps are the only source of light.
Cedric opens the Tupperware and sniffs it.
“It’s not poisoned,” I say brusquely.
He glances at me. “I didn’t say it was. I was just smelling it. Didn’t know you could cook.”
“I can cook just fine. Finn’s well fed, isn’t he?” I don’t know why I’m being so rude. I feel defensive and irritated.
“I’m sure my son has a strong stomach, like me.” There’s a hint of pride in Cedric’s voice, and he takes a bite of the roasted meat. “This is good.” When I see that he looks surprised by this, I bristle, and his lips twist in a smirk. “You look l
