Calista POV
Maybe I was too harsh with Dean, the poor guy practically sprinted from the kitchen. But if I let him continue, he may have set fire to the house. The sight of him fumbling with the ingredients made me want to laugh. He had bought fish, and they smelled fresh. The kitchen was a chaotic symphony of clattering pots and pans, punctuated by the sizzle of food on the stove. As I stood there, observing what I managed to salvage from Dean's cooking adventure, I could feel the heat from the stove radiating onto my skin.
I had the option to go out and sit with the triplets and the Vampire they called Colson, but I also wanted to give them some space. Trust was a delicate thing, and I needed to learn to trust those they trusted as well. The thought of having so much support, even invol
