Page 35 of Hell Fae King
Let aloneburnher clothes off.
Shaking my head to clear it, I focused on the food in my hand and set it on the table. “I’ll be back with some syrup and drinks.”
“Are those chocolate chips?” Camillia asked before I could vanish, her voice laced with an emotion I couldn’t define.
Or maybe I didn’t want to define it.
Fuck, I didn’t even want to define this experience.
I’m cooking. For her. For Melek. For Azazel and Ajax.
Sure, I didn’t trust anyone else to handle our food. But I… I’d jumped into this without thought. Almost like I was trying to apologize with food rather than words. Or just care for them? I wasn’t sure.
And it didn’t matter.
We all needed to eat.
This was practical.
End of discussion.
Except Camillia had just asked me something.Chocolate chips, I recalled as she leaned down to examine her pancakes. I frowned at the action. “Melek mentioned you like chocolate, soI…” I trailed off and cleared my throat. “His plate has regular pancakes, if you prefer those. And I can make more.”
Hellfire, I felt like I was an inept teenager.What the fae is wrong with me?
“No, I love chocolate chip pancakes, actually,” she admitted, her cheeks taking on a pretty shade of red. “I… I was just surprised. Thank you.” Her alluring eyes met mine, then shyly glanced away.
Another uncanny look from the warrior. But I much preferred this to her fear.
“Do you have a drink preference?” I asked, still feeling out of my element.
“Coffee,” she answered instantly.
“Irish coffee,” Ajax corrected as he walked in with Azazel, the pair of them carrying more pancakes. They could have shadowed and ashed in here, but the kitchen was connected by a door, so I supposed their method was nearly as fast as mine.
“Irish coffee,” I echoed.
“I can make it for her,” he said.
“Or you could show me how to make it,” I suggested, genuinely curious.
He stared at me for a beat. “I was going to use magic.”
“Oh.” That was far less interesting.
“I can show you, my king,” Melek interjected, pushing away from the table. “We have everything we need at the bar, just need to brew some coffee.”
I glanced between them, not sure which offer to accept. I wanted to learn, but I also didn’t want Ajax to feel rejected.
“And some whiskey, actually,” Melek added, pausing beside Ajax. “Can you magic up some for me? Maybe some whipped cream, too?”
“It would be faster to just spell the drink,” Ajax drawled, folding his arms.
“Yes, but it’s not every day we get to teach Ty something,” Melek replied with a grin. “Humor me, please?”
Ajax studied him for a beat, then glanced at Camillia before finally setting his gaze on me. “Fine. I’ll teach you how to make one. But you’re brewing the coffee.”
I nodded and did my best to hide my amusement.Thank you, little prince.
