Chapter 14

Bri

My mind had raced since the encounter but the moment I’d stepped foot on the island the core within me had settled and the magic sang as it coursed relentlessly in my veins. Though I couldn’t get the girl’s eyes out of my mind, the act of making dinner relaxed me, allowing the fog I hadn’t realized I’d been carrying with me to ease. Out in the open with so many people there wasn’t much any of us could do. I’d bring it up after, well, everything else.

Zoey and Trent sat at the kitchen table and Wyatt and Beau stood at my beck and call. Yet I moved through the kitchen, all eyes upon me not missing a beat as the heavy silence made the room suffocating for the rest.

“I wouldn’t have believed it if I wasn’t seeing it with my own eyes,” Trent mused. Breaking the silence. I peered over my shoulder.

“You should think before you ever doubt me,” I said, rolling my eyes. Wyatt’s and Beau’s brows raised.

“They didn’t believe I could cook,” I let them know. They snorted in response.

“Bri cooks