Chapter Twenty
I dance around the kitchenette as I make dinner. I'm not sure where Bryce has gone, but he'll be back soon enough, and then both of us have to eat. Food, that is. We both need blood too, but he's the one in charge of that. I think he doesn't fully trust that I'll be able to restrain myself around blood. I'm not entirely sure he's wrong. I've not done a lot of testing on the matter.
The pasta comes to a boil, so I stir it, trying to stop it from sticking. I have to admit, this isn't something I'm very good at. I've not had many chances to cook in my life, so I've been using my tablet to look up cooking videos online. I'm still not completely certain I won't burn everything, but at least I'm trying.
The door clicks as it opens and shuts.
I turn instantly, flinging hot wate
