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“Whatever you have is fine.” I appreciated the question, but I wasn’t about to get choosey.
He leaned back so he could see me.
“I asked you if there was something you didn’t like.”
“Ghee,” I replied, pulling out one of the high-backed chairs.
“D
on’t blame you for that. I have to say, that is some nasty ass shit.” He made a face and then started pulling things out of the fridge. I watched him pour something into a dish and then place it in a microwave above his stove. When he glanced over and caught me staring, I quickly looked away.
After a few minutes he sat a bowl in front of me along with a glass of water.
I stared down, trying to decipher what is was. A delicious aroma emanated from the steam and made my mouth water. A portion of white rice was piled neatly on cubed meat sitting in brown broth.
Chunks of what I dared say were cooked apples were evident too.
“Taste it,” Cam implored.
Never one to turn down food, I lifted my spoon and scooped up a sample portion, blowing on it before putting it in my mouth. Flavor exploded on my taste buds. The meat itself was spiced, tender and juicy. I knew right away this was lamb. A gamey texture became distinguishable as I chewed.
“You like?”
I nodded around my bite, ready to pitch the spoon and chug down the contents of my bowl.
“It’s sweet lamb curry,” Cam said, pulling out the chair two seats down from mine. “My mom makes a fresh batch every two weeks.”
“How?” I questioned once I’d swallowed another bite.
Lambs weren’t just walking around to be poached and eaten. “Where is the meat coming from?”
“A few places, but the largest set-up is in Centriole,” he replied proudly.
I combed through my mind, trying to remember what that was. I’d heard of this place in my lessons. When the answer popped into my head, I instantly sat my spoon down.
“The fallen kingdom?”
He leaned back in his chair and gnawed his lower lip. “I forgot people called it that.”
“Are you a—”
The sound of a door slamming shut cut me off. I glanced over my shoulder to see Luce coming in from outside. He headed straight for us. If swaggering was a person, it would look like him. Effortless and natural. His confidence was unmistakable.
When he reached us, he whispered something in Cam’s ear before rounding to the other side of the table. Whatever he’d said had Cam looking between the two of us with furrowed brows.
Luce pulled out a chair directly across from me. As soon as he sat, our gazes collided, locking together. His eyes, so black and deep, felt as if they were sucking me in with a magnetic force.
Their tattoos and the symbol on the fabric hanging behind him drove home exactly the kind of person I was sitting across from. How I’d missed this was beyond me. The woman from the farmhouse had practically given me the answer when she asked if I was one.
I couldn’t quite pinpoint the emotion this evoked.
As Lucifuge continued to stare, my mouth ran dry and my stomach flipped in an unfamiliar way. I reached for my glass of water, needing something to wet my throat.
He leaned forward and propped his elbows on the table. “You know who we are,” he stated matter-of-factly.
How did he pick up on that so fast? I swallowed and nodded, placing the glass back down.
“Good. You can help me get us on even ground then. What does A.R.C stand for?”
