David sounded smug.
Kaius wanted to chuck a cutting board at his face.
Sure, fine. The pasta and risotto were disasters. But he hadn't even gotten to the seafood yet. Maybe that was his thing.
Ten minutes later, the kitchen looked like a crime scene.
Kaius was hunched over the sink, water splashing everywhere. He held a cluster of heirloom tomatoes directly under the running faucet like a caveman discovering hygiene for the first time.
The tomatoes were half-crushed, half-intact, their skins split and leaking juice down the drain.
David stood there, face blank, but the judgment was loud and clear.
Kaius wasn't helping.
He was making everything worse.
"Alpha Kaius..."David started.
"Don't say a word,"Kaius snapped, without looking up.
He already knew what
