~Luke’s Point of View~
“That’s it,” I say, proud of how quickly Harlow is picking things up.
She beams as she adds some herbs to a giant pot of stew. Normally when I do this, I clear the space of people and move at my vampire speed to knock it all out quickly. But with her here, I can’t exactly zoom around. The kitchen makes the same things each week so I have all the recipes memorized.
*High time we slow things down anyhow,* Dante says, admiring the view. Her with her radiant hair in a messy ball on top of her head, in an apron and a perfect smile.
Cooking was something I certainly never used to do in my previous life but now, for some reason I find it relaxing. It actually makes my black heart feel something when people enjoy what I’ve made.
*We can cook for our girl! It’ll be roman
