Chapter 27

  KIMANI

  Inside, the smell of something savory drifted from the kitchen. I followed it to find Alaric at the stove, sleeves rolled, tie gone, a pan sizzling in front of him.

  I blinked. "You… cook?"

  He didn't glance up. "Occasionally."

  For some reason, the sight of him—powerful, composed, but...

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