Damian walked downstairs wearing a plain white T shirt with a bunny design and gray sweatpants that matched his bunny slippers. The rich aroma of turkey, jollof rice, and several other scents he could not immediately identify filled his nose, catching him off guard.
'Demons cook?'
When he reached the bottom of the stairs, he paused. The house was spotless, every surface neat and gleaming. On the dining table sat trays of food, still steaming, arranged with surprising care. His wives were seated around the table, sipping wine and chatting amongst themselves as though this were the most natural thing in the world.
"I was considering dragging you out of bed," Ruby said, flashing a threatening smile.
"And I told you, I will not allow you to treat my husband that way," Hazel snarled.
"Stop fighting in front of him, you two," Racheal reprimanded in a cute, low voice that made her words sound more like a gentle suggestion than an order.
