FAYE
By the time I finished cooking, I was beginning to understand why people said the kitchen was the heart of a home.
It wasn't just because food was prepared there.
It was because everyone somehow found a reason to gather there.
The cooks, the servants, the maids.
Even those who had absolutely no business stepping into the kitchen seemed to wander through every now and then under one excuse or another.
I wasn't fooled.
None of them had come because they needed something.
They had come because the Luna of Blood Crescent was standing over the stove with an apron tied around her waist.
That alone was enough to become the highlight of the day.
I pretended not to notice.
Mostly because it amused me.
Every few minutes, I would catch someone looking in my direction.
The instant ou
