“There’s a question I’d have liked to ask before she walked out on us.” Doyle glanced at the doorway. “That was Malmon, I take it.”
“It was,” Sasha told him. “But not Malmon any longer.”
“So man into demon. And a demon who was just bitten by a werewolf—or lycan, as she prefers. Will the demon be turned by the bite?”
“Good question,” Sawyer said. “And would that be good or bad news for our side?”
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Because she wanted to surprise everyone, Annika slid out of bed very early. Quietly, she pulled on one of her dresses—one with all the favorite colors swirled over it, like a rainbow storm. With a glance back at Sawyer, she slipped from the room while he slept. As she went downstairs, she braided her hair. She wanted it out of the way for the work she would do.
She’d watched the cooking many times, and had been allowed to help. But today she would cook breakfast by herself while the others rested. Doyle had said the night before that because of battle and blood and the diving they would do that day, they could take a day off from the calisthenics.
Annika liked the calisthenics, but she suspected she was the only one who did.
She sang to herself as she chose pans and pots, and what she needed from the big silver box that kept things cold. The night had been full of fear and blood, but she had a good, strong feeling about the day to come.
If she could make a good breakfast, with no mistakes, the day would be bright. Pouring herself juice, she shook her head at the machine that made coffee. Everyone liked coffee, but she didn’t. She’d rather do calisthenics.
She drank the juice, so cool and fresh, then took a deep breath, hugged herself. Now she would make the bacon.
As the sun peeked through the eastern windows, she had a platter of bacon in the oven on the low, the way Sasha showed her, and a nice pile of the bread of France—French toast, she corrected herself—as Sawyer had showed her.
She would make the scrambled eggs and the potatoes that Bran made on his turn. Riley would be very hungry after her fast. And when everything was cooked, and in the warm, she would set the table.
She heard someone coming, too soon for her to finish as she’d hoped. But smiled when she saw Riley.
“Good morning! I can make you coffee.”
“Okay. I smell bacon.”
“I made bacon.” Delighted, Annika opened the oven, remembered the big mitts that kept hands protected from burns, and pulled out the platter.
“I’ll say you did.” Riley took a handful at once. “Enough for an army.”
“I made too much?”
“I feel like an army,” Riley said with her mouth full. “French toast?” Without waiting, Riley grabbed a piece, stuffed it in.
“Is it good?”
“It’s great. I’m starving. Where’s Sasha?”
“Sleeping. Everyone’s sleeping but you and me.”
Riley ate more bacon. “You’re cooking solo?”
“By myself? Yes, a surprise. Sawyer and Sasha and you were hurt, and Doyle said no calisthenics.”
“Yay.”
“Do you have pain?”
“No, all good.” Still eating, Riley turned to the coffeemaker.
“I’ll make it! You can sit. I like to make coffee, but I don’t like to drink it.” She made a big mug, set it down, then hugged Riley. “You saved Bran and Sasha. I think you saved us all because when you came, the evil things went away.”
“I ran too far. I should’ve stayed closer. If I’d been back sooner—”
“I think you were here when needed. The demon Malmon hurt you, but you hurt him more, I think.”
“He clocked me a good one. He’s Hulk Smash strong.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Seriously strong. The coffee’s good, Anni. I think you’ve just graduated to regular kitchen rotation.”
A beaming smile followed a quick gasp of joy. “Do you really think?”
“Don’t know why it would thrill you, but yeah, I definitely think. Hey, Sash, looks like Anni leapfrogged into your slot today.”
“Oh, Riley, you’re all right.”
“I am now,” she said and ate more bacon.
“Annika, you . . . you made all this?”
“Riley says it’s good. I can be on rotation. Will you put me on the chart for cooking?”
“I will, and thank you for stepping in for me.”
“You feel good?”
“I’m fine. We’re all fine. Since you’re breakfast chef, I’ll set the table.”
“I can do it.”
“Let me help.” Sasha ran a hand down Annika’s arm. “After coffee.”
It pleased her so much she wanted to dance to see everyone eat her food. To have Sawyer kiss her as he reached