JAYDEN
I slip on one of my more comfortable jackets before heading downstairs to the kitchen, where I can hear Freya’s tinkering.
Propping my hip against the door when I reach the kitchen, my eyes take in the slender woman hurrying to cook and clean up. She’s clumsy; one can tell just by looking at her that she’s not so great at this chore, but what she lacks in skill, she makes up for in enthusiasm. The food smells nice, though, and she looks…
I shake my head to get rid of the weird thoughts that hit me as I watch Freya. Now isn’t the time to think of that.
“Are you cooking again, Freya?” My tone is teasing, and when she glances back at me, she doesn’t look the slightest bit shocked to find me there.
“Of course.” She waves her hand towards the brimming pots. “What does it look like I
