Chapter 53:
Ivy’s POV
“Pancakes,” Maren said flatly.
He grunted. “I told you–”
“...that you don’t like sweet things,” Maren interrupted, flipping another pancake with an almost surgical precision. “It's a good thing that they’re not for you then.”
His mouth curved faintly, that mix of amusement and irritation only Maren seemed capable of provoking.
Damian stepped farther into the kitchen, pausing beside the counter. “I thought you swore you’d never make them again after Jason burned half a batch.”
Maren gave him a look that could have flattened mountains. “That was Jason. I don’t make his mistakes.”
Elsa grinned behind her teacup. “He still insists it wasn’t his fault. Something about faulty batter consistency.”
“That’s because he can’t admit he left the griddle on high,” Maren re
