Isiah walked down the hallway. He peeked into the kitchen, trying to calm his mind, and for once, no one was inside. He turned back to see Soren giving him a thumbs up and Ravi glaring at him. He walked through the archway and into the lounge room. He wasn’t sure what he should have expected, but this wasn’t it.
Olivia and Scar were seated on the couch while Jamie was on the edge, his arms folded in his lap as he stared at the two nervously. Olivia was leaning on the armrest, her legs in her husband’s lap, as she continued to sharpen her knife while smiling politely at the man. “You’ve got to keep the knives sharp. You know, I need to ensure I can gut the flowers.”
She went as far as to move the freshly sharpened knife in the air in not-so-subtle stabbing motions. “I need to cut away al
