CHAPTER 81— The Dancing Lights

Khlea's point of view

The eight and seven grinned when they saw Allison and me in the kitchen cooking for the four of us for dinner. The eight looked at me teasingly. They sat on the chairs while I cut. Allison was in front of the stove.

"It's good and you two are okay. Let's guess who made the deal. Hmm…" The8 seemed to be thinking and then looked at me. "Isn't it you?"

I looked at him badly. "Excuse me! I didn't make the arrangements!"

"What!?" The eight looked at Allison, who just shrugged. I didn't, and I told you never to go soft on Khlea!"

Because I was surprised by what he said, I immediately took some pieces of onion and garlic and threw them at him.

"Hey! It stinks!" He complained while looking at me.

"Why are you teaching Allison like that? You should be fixing us up."

"Khlea, I want you two to get along, but admit it, you are also wrong."

I raised an eyebrow. "What? Get ready!"

"It's true, Khlea. Look, don't think I'm siding with Allison, right? But you're both guilty. You