I dropped the listening device on the table, running a hand through my hair. Lucian was really trying to push things, but I wasn’t in the mood to dwell on it right now. Delilah needed to eat.
I sighed, heading toward the kitchen.
It had been a long time since I cooked for anyone. Years, maybe. The last time I did, it wasn’t under circumstances like this. But I wasn’t completely useless in the kitchen—I could still make something decent.
I rummaged through the fridge and cabinets, searching for ingredients. Something ligh. I found some rice, eggs, and vegetables. Fried rice would do. Quick and easy.
As I started cooking, I realized how unfamiliar the process felt in my hands. It was strange—I used to be able to do this without thinking. Now, I hesitated before chopping the vegetables, s
