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We watched them both leave but strangely there was hardly any desire on Cyrus's face as he looked toward the kitchen with longing that had nothing to do with Sonya.
I flashed him a teasing smirk as he followed her out, and he shot me a look that promised retaliation later.
Zayne rose the moment they were out of sight and without a word he walked off in the opposite direction, his posture rigid and controlled in that way that meant he was actively avoiding something. Predictably, he would be heading to the lab where he could bury himself in research and pretend he hadn't noticed the scent coming from the kitchen at all.
Which left Kaleb and me alone at the table with Sonya's catastrophic breakfast still sitting in front of us.
Kaleb's violet eyes found mine across the table and I saw the exact moment we both had the same thought.
"The kitchen," he said.
"The kitchen," I agreed.
