Eden's POV
The morning and afternoon pass by uneventfully. I was, of course, rejected in my offer to cook lunch for Mateo. Apparently, Zeke seems to think I still can’t be trusted to prepare anyone’s food. He’s probably right to be concerned, if I’m honest. With the mood that I’m in today, I’m not sure that I’d even think twice about poisoning their bland plates of meat and bread.
I place the little teapot on the stove, and the flicker of the orange flame catches my eye. Suddenly, another crazy plan begins to form in my mind. Perhaps if I can’t get out of this place, I could destroy it? Raise the entire building to the ground.
Despite my initial excitement, I quickly rubbish the idea. How would I make my escape if I can’t leave? I can’t count on any of these assholes to take me with th
