Page 124 of Never Kiss a Fae
Something about it seemed familiar, reminding me of the out-of-control vortex from Air Quad earlier this week. But that was impossible. Aerie had cast that havoc, laying the blame falsely at my feet.
So how do I know you?I slid from the covers, my skin tender from Titus’s affection. A glance at the clock had me swallowing a groan. I’d slept for maybe two hours. It would have to be good enough because I was wide awake now.
But Titus could sleep another ninety minutes or so before he had to wake for class.
Maybe I’d have breakfast ready for him.
I smiled at the thought of somethingnormalto do. Then remembered there was nothingnormalabout fae food. Frowning, I put on a pair of silky shorts and a camisole top, then wandered into the shared kitchen of the dorm to see what I could find.
No eggs.
No bacon.
Not even potatoes.
“What the fuck am I going to make without the staples?” I grumbled, unfamiliar with pretty much every item in the fridge.What I wouldn’t give for some cheese and peppers to put in an omelet.Ugh, my stomach rumbled in agreement at the thought.
“Uh, want some help?” a soft voice asked from behind me.
I whirled around to see Vox standing in the doorway in a pair of pajama pants, his long hair mussed and hanging around his bare shoulders. I blinked twice, stunned by the sight of his surprisingly ripped torso. His slender appearance had placed my expectations on the scrawny side, but Vox possessed the body of a runner—lean and athletic, without an ounce of fat on him.
He raised a dark brow. “Claire?”
I shook my head, clearing it. “Sorry, you startled me.”Understatement.More like he shocked the hell out of me.I coughed to unblock my suddenly thickened throat. “I, uh, wanted to make an omelet. But there aren’t any eggs.”
“Eggs?” he repeated, his brow furrowing. “In the morning?”
“When else would you eat them?” I wondered aloud.
He stared at me for a long moment and shrugged. “Not in the morning, but all right.” He started shuffling through cabinets until he found two cartons and set them on the counter. He inspected the inside and smiled. “These’ll do. They’re fresh, too.”
“Why aren’t they in the fridge?”
“Why would you put eggs in a fridge?” he countered.
I considered and finally sighed. “I’ve heard it’s not common in Europe. I guess it’s like that.” Whatever. I wanted eggs and he provided them. “What about cheese?”
“Why would you pair eggs and cheese?”
“Because it’s delicious?” I suggested.
With a dubious expression on his face, he opened the freezer and found a bright orange brick. “Here.”
Gross.“That’s not cheese.”
He glanced at it. “Uh, yeah, it is.” He set it on the counter. “Anything else?”
“Mushrooms, onion, and bacon.”
“That’s disgusting,” he accused, looking appalled. “Not that I know what bacon is, but why the hell would you defile a mushroom with cheese and eggs?”
“Have you tried it?” I asked.
“Of course not. It sounds awful.”
A laugh bubbled past my lips, causing my shoulders to shake. And then I erupted in a fit of giggles I couldn’t seem to stop.
He thought an omelet sounded awful. This fae. One who probably ate that hideous-looking green mush that Exos favored. I couldn’t stop laughing, the humor of it all bursting inside me in a wave of much-needed release.
