Chapter Twelve

Evander’s POV

I give the remnants of my woeful breakfast a disgusted look. I don't have time to have the chef make me something else. Nor do I want them to – not ever again. It seems it's time for me to hire a new kitchen staff.

I'll make Ralfi do it.

The thought amuses me as I leave the dining room behind. Unfortunately, it does nothing for me today. For now, I'll just have to do my patrol at the border hungry.

My personal maid is waiting for me in the foyer, my jacket in her hands. Thank the gods at least Yvaine is consistent in her duties. She helps me on with my coat, then I exit the house.

Ralfi is already outside, patiently waiting in the Jeep.

"Good morning, Evander," my Beta says as I climb into the passenger seat.

"Morning, Ralfi." I gotta be honest, I'm not feeling the "good" part of that sentiment. "I need a new kitchen staff. Hire a new team immediately."

If he finds my request unusual in any way, he doesn't show it. He simply nods, acknowledging the directive.

As we sit a