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“I’m glad you came down on time. I was afraid the pancakes were going to go cold before you did.” Alaric said, not turning to her as he flipped the pancakes on the pan.

‘Alaric was cooking?! Cooking?!’ Layla gawked at him. ‘How does a vampire know how to cook? Do they eat normal food like humans do? I thought they drank blood.’

“Why are you still standing at the door? Aren’t you hungry?” He asked and turned to her.

“No— I mean, yes, I am.” She stuttered, rushing to one of the stools by the kitchen island and sat down.

“Here. I hope you like hit chocolate.” He smiled and dropped a mug in front of her.

“I do. Thank you. Do you need any help?” She asked, jumping down from the stool and walking to him.

“No, I’m almost done. Just relax and enjoy.” He waved his finger in her face, placing his hand on her shoulders and leading her back to her seat.

“But, I—”

“You’re my guest, and I don’t let my guest work in my house.” He propped her on the stool and gave her shoulder a small squeeze.

“Um…