“Callum, you know I don’t cook.”
“I can,” I offer.
Knox laughs out loud, then stops. “You were serious. Yea. I can’t let you do that. Emmett would kill me.”
“Kill you?”
“This is his kitchen. He always cooks for us.”
“But he’s a…”
“Vampire. Yes. He was an aspiring chef before he was turned. He still loves to cook, even though it tastes like cardboard to him now.”
“That’s horrible.”
“Yea, and what’s worse is that Sam-”
“Knox,” Callum interrupts, stopping him. “How about you just order us some food and have them drop it at the door? I don’t think Everlee wants turkey slices and grapes for dinner.” He looks over at me and smiles.
“Well, she’s starving, so she can snack on the grapes until the food gets here,” Knox huffs, walking out of the room. “Maybe you can feed them to her!” He shouts, and it’s hard to tell if he’s joking or serious.
Awkward silence hangs around us as we sit in the kitchen. I pop a few more grapes in my mouth, then look at him. “So?”
His brow quirks up a little as his brilliant blue eyes flash at me. “So?” He waits a minute, then says, “I can show you to your room if you want to take a shower while we wait for the food.”
“Room? How long do you plan on keeping me here?”
“You are free to go whenever you want.”
“So I could just get up right now and leave?”
“You could. But I wouldn’t recommend it. You do have the entire fae species in the area, it seems, looking for you.”
“But not you?”
“Obviously we aren’t looking for you since we found you.”
“But why? Why did you find me? Why did you bring me here?”
He inhales a deep and thoughtful breath.
“I think you can help us.”
“So you’re using me.”
“Not in the way you may think.”
“Enlighten me.”
“I can’t do that right now. I need to do more research.”
“Research?”
“Yes.”
“About true fae?”
“I know about true fae. I’m over a thousand years old.”
