"What are you making?" Nia asks as he cautiously walks into the kitchen.
"Just pancakes. I've been craving them for a little bit and decided to make them for dinner." I inform him in a monotone voice as I measure the chocolate chips with my heart.
"Alright, so you're still upset-"
"Yeah, I'm forced to trust a killer. If I had a place to go, you and I would not be having this conversation right now." The frying pan sizzles loudly as I pour the batter in fun shapes. May as well make it fun.
"Hemera--"
"Don't bother explaining yourself. I know what James told me, but I still don't trust you."
I dare a glance at Nia; he's wearing a perplexed expression while staring at the counter. Nia inhales sharply as if he's about to speak, but nothing comes out. Instead, he closes his mouth, runs a
