JASMINE'S POV
Back inside, I showered off the sweat and embarrassment while Lyra gave me a minute-by-minute commentary on what "could have happened if we hadn't been interrupted."
Her voice was smug, maddening, and a little too enthusiastic for someone who shared my nervous system.
I dressed in something soft and oversized: black leggings and an off-the-shoulder top, then padded barefoot into the kitchen, still towel-drying the ends of my hair.
Aiden was already there, stirring something in a pot. The scent hit me first: garlic, onion, some kind of rich broth. My mouth watered instantly, betraying me.
He looked over his shoulder when I entered. "Sit."
I did, without arguing. It was easier that way. And honestly, I didn't have the energy to fight him on anything right now.
He served up two bowls and slid mine in front of me.
"What is this?" I asked, squinting slightly at the hearty mess.
"Venison stew."
I blinked. "Of course it is."
