Chapter Thirty

Stir Fry:

Alice wasn't sure what she expected but him standing in front of her with a small smile on his lips was not what she was thinking. He had gotten and moved to her side of the counter before she could even blink. Everything happened so fast, she meant to hit him with the spoon but at the same time she didn't. Why was he not made? This had to be some kind of trick? His grip tightened on the frying pan.

“Put the pan down.” Arkyn ordered quietly, a small red mark was appearing on his jaw from where the spoon had hit him.

She took a step back from him. Her eyes studying him. She saw him snap someone's wrist in half just for touching her, what was he going to do if someone hit him. Her mind screaming run. The one thing she knew was people liked to talk. Maybe if she just asked him he would tell her. Sarah loved to explain things bit by bit before they happened. Trying to terrify her but it just had made her prepared. She stared at Arkyn trying to decide what to do.

He studied her