The listening device hit the table with a soft clink as Mattew finally broke away from the tense audio feed. He dragged a hand through his hair, his expression tight with irritation. Lucian was clearly escalating things, but at that moment, Mattew refused to let it consume him. Delilah still needed care, and that mattered more right now.
With a quiet sigh, he turned and walked toward the kitchen.
It had been years since Mattew last cooked for anyone, and even longer since he had done it out of anything close to normal life. The memory of doing something so ordinary felt almost foreign now. Still, he wasn’t helpless in the kitchen, so he pushed past the discomfort and started searching through the fridge and cabinets.
He decided on something simple after scanning the limited ingredients.
