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Rook, then. I smirked. I owed him one for that.
“You don’t give him enough credit, you know. He isn’t the loose cannon you think he is.”
“You don’t know him that well.”
“...well enough,” I muttered to myself, squirming in my seat right next to the spot on the kitchen island where we’d…
Best not to think about it or I’d sully his pretty sheets.
Corvus grunted, going back to focusing on the stove. He flipped the eggs before taking down two plates and beginning to fill them with crisp bacon, sautéed spinach, hash browns, and eggs. Maybe the others weren’t here, then, or maybe it was presumptive of me to assume I was going to be offered a hot breakfast.
Once he’d finished arranging everything how he wanted it, he turned, pushing a plate down the length of the marble counter to me.
I must’ve had a look on my face because he frowned. “Thought you said you were hungry?”
“I am,” I admitted, swallowing to clear my mouth of saliva.
“Eat,” he ordered. “You’ve dropped at least five pounds in the last week. You need to keep your strength.”
I ignored the way it sounded like a command because in truth, I planned to fucking annihilate everything on this plate and lick it clean. Even the spinach, and I didn’t even like spinach. But he did something to it to make it smell like green gold.
The eggs were perfectly cooked. Buttery soft with slightly runny yolks. The toast was some freshly baked ancient grain blend that tasted like it came straight from 1892.
Unable to help myself, I moaned as I bit into a piece of bacon and caught Corvus watching me as he stood at the other end of the counter, eating his own breakfast slowly. The tiniest smirk tugged at the edge of his lips, and I schooled my face back to its usual hostile wariness, making myself slow down so my stomach wouldn’t be aching when I was finished.
I couldn’t remember the last time someone made me a meal. I must’ve been very young. A child.
“So, who’s with me today?” I asked when I was nearing the end of my breakfast, resisting the tempting urge to run my fingers over the juices on my plate and lick them clean. I didn’t want to give him any more satisfaction than I already had. That prank last night was far less than he deserved after all the shit he’d pulled over the past weeks.
“I have an essay to write and want to change my clothes. I need a run, too.”
Corvus mulled over my request, chewing his food painfully slow as he considered.
I jumped as a man’s garbled electronic voice screeched from the front entryway.
“Door!”It yelled. “Door!”
“Is that your fucking doorbell sound?” I asked, my heart pounding.
He was really smirking now, and trying to hide it.
“Rook chose it,” he said by way of explanation before leaving the kitchen to answer it, wiping his hands on the tea towel slung over his shoulder.
I took the opportunity while he left the room to hop down and grab two more pieces of bacon from the tray on the counter, stuffing them quickly in my mouth before going to sit back down and chew furiously, eyes rolling at how good it tasted.
He must have done something to it to make it taste so good.
I overheard a muffled conversation at the door and let myself relax. I half expected it to be an intruder. Maybe my would-be stalker. Or a Saint come to give me another trial.
The door shut and Corvus came back into the kitchen just as I finished swallowing the wad of bacon in my mouth.
“What was that about?”
That’s when I noticed the long, slim black box in his hand. I lifted a brow at it.
“It’s,uh...It’s for you actually.”
What the fuck did he just say?
