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Deals with creatures of Hel were never good for witches.
“A promise that you’ll come to me when I call you,” Moren explained. “It’ll happen only once. But when it does, you promise to answer my call.”
Blaze furrowed his brows. “And what will I have to do once I come to you?”
“Nothing you’re not willing to do, Mr. Leveau.”
That sounded like a fool’s bargain, a promise that’s vague and filled with trickery.
“Deal.”
26
The smell of bacon and eggs was making Blaze’s stomach growl. He sighed heavily, watching Romeo work multiple pans on the stove at the same time, whistling a tune.
“Drilling a hole in the back of my skull won’t make me cook faster, kid,” Romeo threw over his shoulder.
Blaze rolled his eyes. “At least I tried.”
Romeo’s large body shook with laughter, and then Andro came into the kitchen, dark red eyeshadow on his eyelids, lips painted a color Blaze didn’t know the name of.
“What’s so funny?” Andro asked, plopping into the chair next to Blaze.
“Blaze is hungry, and Romeo doesn’t give the boy what he wants,” Romeo said. “It’s probably a first for this one.”
Andro barked a laugh, which only intensified when Blaze threw him a sideways glance.
Today Andro wore the academy uniform jacket, but instead of the pants, he wore the pleated skirt with white socks going all the way to his knees.
“Nice legs.”
“What’s between them is even nicer,” Andro teased, winking. “Wanna see?”
“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
“Get a fucking room,” Jolene chimed in, rolling her eyes as she entered the kitchen, settling on the stool on the other side of Blaze.
Blaze turned to face her, just about to open his mouth, but Jolene slapped her palm over his lips to stop him. “Don’t bother, pretty boy. I don’t play for your team. And let me just say, thank the fucking Gods.”
When her palm slipped away, Blaze pouted. “You hurt my heart, Jolene.”
“You have to have one first.”
Blaze laughed, draping his arm over Jolene’s shoulders and dragging her closer so he could ruffle her hair. She squeaked and giggled, pushing him away.
“Bastard.”
“And you love it.”
Romeo finally turned to them, a plate full of bacon in his one hand, a plate full of scrambled eggs in the other. He placed them on the island and then turned to get the potatoes and the maple syrup.
Blaze reached a hand towards the bacon, but Romeo slapped it away.
“Hands off, kid,” the chef scolded. “The potatoes are not done.”
“Romeo, I might die if you take this long.”
When Andro reached a hand to grab a piece of bacon, Romeo didn’t stop him. Blaze glared at Andro, who only smirked. “Maybe try being nicer.”
