Chapter Eleven
Mia
When I walk into the kitchen, Dylan is looking through some of the papers from his classes, as he tends to do when he gets some downtime. He glances up, his smile growing when he sees me, and he checks the clock. “Dinner should be done soon. Let the others know to finish their chapters and if Mal is all into his music-zone, tell him to snap out of it, or there won’t be any dinner left for him.” He stands up, looking content, and checks the oven, an amazing scent filling the kitchen.
“I came to see if Mal was here, actually.” I look around, a knot forming in my stomach. “I’ve not seen him since he went up for a shower.”
“Oh.” Dylan’s smile falters, a line forming between his eyebrows. “He went up for a shower over an hour ago. I’ll go check—” He starts moving, but I h
