Chapter Thirty One: Eggs and Sarcasm
"Heh! Good!"
After all the servants were gone, the kitchen was really quiet.
Isabelle was enjoying being able to stand by the stove, wearing one of the oversized shirts she found in the wardrobe. It smelled like cedarwood. Probably Reign's, but she didn't care.
She cracked eggs into a bowl, whisking hard enough to drown her thoughts. She hadn't cooked in days, maybe weeks.
Everything had felt like chaos. But this morning, she needed control. Scrambled eggs were a start.
Just as she reached for the pan, footsteps came behind her.
"I thought maybe a good morning was a normal thing to say when someone wakes up," Reign's voice came low and strict from the hallway.
He came here to annoy her on purpose since he had nothing to do.
Isabelle didn't turn around. "I thought maybe not kidnapping people into your bedroom was a normal thing too."
