Page 125 of Never Kiss a Fae
This entire world, all these men, were completely unfathomable, yet real. And they didn’t want to eat an omelet.
“What the hell did you do to her?” a gruff voice demanded, causing the cabinets to shake around us. “Did you break her?”
“She wants to make some sort of atrocity with eggs and cheese,” Vox explained, shuddering.
I laughed harder in response.
“Why the fuck would you put eggs and cheese together?” Sol demanded, sounding affronted by the very idea.
“Oh, and she wants to add mushrooms and onion, and something called bacon.” Vox gagged at the notion and Sol joined him.
I swiped the tears away from my eyes, thoroughly amused. “Get me some mushrooms and onions, then park your asses there.” I pointed to the stools by the bar. “I’m going to blow your mind.”
“Park my ass?” Sol repeated, glancing at Vox. “Can you believe this chick?”
The Air Fae’s lips twitched. “I gotta admit, I’m officially curious.” He started rooting through the kitchen and handed me a single mushroom that was the size of a head of lettuce. “Onion, onion, onion,” he repeated, searching the freezer. “Nope. No onion. But I can add it to my grocery list for later today.”
“Maybe check the pantry?” Wasn’t that where onions went?
Both men looked at each other, then at me. “What?” they said in unison.
“Never mind,” I sighed. “What about pepper? Like, the vegetable, not the spice.”
“Why would pepper be a spice?” Vox asked, already looking.
He handed me two orange bell peppers a moment later, causing me to smile. “Finally, something normal.” It wasn’t cold, but it smelled right. “And pepper can be a spice on Earth.”
“Humans are weird,” Sol muttered, taking his seat at the counter. “Pretty, but weird.”
My lips quirked. “You think humans are pretty?” I found a knife and started chopping the pepper, much to the horror of Vox observing.
“Well, you’re the only one I know,” Sol said, lifting one broad shoulder in a shrug. Unlike his counterpart, he wore a shirt, but something told me he’d be a solid brick of muscle under those clothes.
Not that I wanted to think about it.
Or about Vox.
I had a beautifully sculpted Titus waiting for me in the other room. Hopefully, he didn’t mind my making breakfast for them all.
“How do I melt this cheese?” I asked, looking at Vox.
He visibly gagged again. “In a pan?” He grabbed a skillet from under the stove. The presence of familiar items lightened something inside of me, as did the familiarity of being in a kitchen surrounded by foods I mostly recognized.
Well, except the eggs had a strange purple consistency to them as I cracked them open.
And the cheese was very much not cheddar.
Sol and Vox both watched in obvious disgust as I mixed all the items together in the skillet, neither of them saying a word.
Right, so it didn’t look like an omelet at all when I finished. More of a purple hash with the strong aroma of vegetables. But the gooey cheese made me smile.
“Do you have any tomatoes?” I asked.
Both men looked ready to vomit.
“Never mind,” I said slowly, twisting my lips to the side. “Humans would call this—”
“What the hell is that smell?” an aristocratic voice demanded as Cyrus came into view wearing a suit from Exos’s wardrobe. Of course they wore the same size.
