Chapter Thirty-Five – Paranormal Realm 33
"Breakfast is ready."
Rowan's mum's voice carried from the kitchen, warm and firm in a way that didn't invite arguments.
Almost immediately, plates hit the table. Not just plates, full plates. Bacon, thick-cut and crisp at the edges. Sausages stacked carelessly as if someone had given up halfway through arranging them. Eggs, fried just right, yolks still soft. A large bowl of sliced meat sat in the middle, steam rising gently.
Inside the sitting room, Rowan still leaned on Nicklaus's shoulder, but at one point His legs were already craddled on Damon's laps, as Damon gently massaged the soles and heels of his feet, caressing his thighs with his thick calluses fingers.
