Epilogue
Kalini Five Years Later“Aunt Amity, if you’re not going to help, get out of my kitchen.” Dare did not pause as the neat, precise, and swift chops of his knife, made quick work of the pile of vegetables.
Amity moved to put the dish of roasted bitter sprouts back into the oven.
“Do not,” Dare said, not looking up from his work.
“They are underdone.” Amity’s tail flicked with unease.
“Because you always overcook them until they’re a pile of mush and too bitter. Now leave them alone.”
She lifted the lid of a pot on the stove, nose wrinkled. “This requires more salt,” she said, grabbing the salt cellar.
Dare grabbed the salt cellar from her hands. “Out. Now.”
Kal handed Amity a stack of dishes. “You can help me set the table,” she said.
“That is a kit’s job.” Her eyes narrowed
