The last time the kitchen was this loud was when Fujin was fighting Colin for food.
Now, this was a different kind of noise.
Riley had put the kettle on the stove twice. I was not sure if she was aware of her actions. She also had put toast on the toaster, set it on a plate, and yet told her they wanted any. The woman had also wiped the same spotless counter three times.
I couldn't help but sigh and close my eyes. I cannot blame her; we appeared out of thin air. She saw things, beings that were reduced to ash, Fall changing, and Colin bleeding gold.
Okay, that was something new to me. I was not aware they bleed gold.
Claude sat in his usual place at the table. His foot tapped the leg of the chair beside him. When Andy came sliding across the tiles in his socks, Claude pushed a cup of juice along the wood toward him without looking up, and Andy caught it without looking either.
