Chapter 24-Claire
The moment Draven steps out of my room, I hear LJ before I hear anything else.
“NO. NO. PUT THAT DOWN. THAT IS NOT FLOUR. THAT IS NOT EVEN A FOOD GROUP.”
Draven responds in a voice too calm for this situation. “You told me to help.”
“I told you to EXIST PEACEFULLY, not to TOUCH STUFF.”
I press my face into my pillow and try not to laugh. It doesn’t work. There’s a metallic clang.
Draven sighs. “Why is your pan shaped like this?”
“It’s a WOK. DON’T JUDGE MY WOK.”
“You can’t make pancakes in a wok.”
“You can if you BELIEVE.”
Something crashes again. “LJ—”
“I SAID DON’T WORRY ABOUT IT.”
“—your stove is smoking.”
“IT’S EXPRESSING EMOTION.”
Draven pauses. “…Are you smoking?”
“NO, THAT’S JUST MY SOUL LEAVING MY BODY.”
I snort-laugh so loud Carter stirs beside me
