Aidan POV
“I don't have to hide Mr Silvester, now will you please have a seat whilst I go figure out one ot two things in the kitchen?” Her sweet voice rang in my head and I slowly releases her from my caged embrace.
The kitchen was small, the kind of place where two people could barely move without brushing against each other. The scent of warm spices and something faintly citrusy lingered in the air, mixing with the scent of freshly cleaned countertops. Avery was already standing by the table near the fridge, her back stiff as she crossed her arms, almost like a silent command was emanating from her.
“Sit down, Mr. Silvester,” she said, her voice sharp, though there was a slight edge of amusement hiding underneath. She nodded toward the table, clearly expecting me to obey her simple r
