Kason turned toward the kitchen again. "I don't do spells or magic. I'm just a human living in this f****d up world with..." He waved a hand behind him in my general direction.
"Witches." I puffed my chest up to unsnap the few buttons on my coat and let it fall on the floor as I followed him into the kitchen. "And Isa fae."
"And strange dogs with wings. You ever feel like you've just had a psychotic break?" he asked the inside of a steel sink.
Almost everything in the kitchen was made of steel-the refrigerator, other squarish things I didn't know the names of, the hanging lights over a long, thin table in the center. And on top of that table were flowers, a glass vase filled with actual flowers in the dead of winter. Bright red with a deep brownish center. Yeah, pretty sure those were
