Z A N E
"Are my eyes playing with me right now? The big bad and Almighty Alpha Zane in an apron with little Kai? A sight for sore eyes," Christian teased as he and Ryan walked into the kitchen.
I smirked, rolling my eyes at his remark.
"Very funny." Kai and I had made quite a mess in the kitchen, and our bodies were stained with flour that Kai had accidentally spilled while trying to bring an ingredient.
"I am. How is Ravenna?"
"Feverish, and her throat is sore. She can't speak."
"Do you know what's wrong?" Ryan asked, worriedly.
"Not really. She needs to see a doctor, I've requested her presence. Ravenna had a terrible nightmare last night, and she woke up this morning with a bad fever and a sore throat."
"Argh, that sucks. I hope it's not serious. And, a nightmare? About what?
