As soon as I step into the kitchen, my eyes zero in on Drake standing near the stove. "It's good to see you back where you belong. I'm glad to know we didn't do too much damage, so you became even more useless than you already are." The muscles of his back bunch under his shirt and I know he would love nothing more than to hit me, but he can't. He turns to face me.
I round the counter and look at the food that has already been prepared. "Were you not told that we had special guests coming today? What is this rubbish? Are you trying to embarrass me, mute?" He shakes his head, keeping his eyes trained on me. I take a step closer but halt in my steps when Jasmine speaks from behind me. "My king, the guests are at the gates."
Drake's eyes move towards her and I step to block his view. "Yo
