Chapter 42

I was buttering a piece of bread when the doorbell rang. I knew who it was—Cedric, of course. As soon as I opened the door, Cedric and his annoying smile greeted me, along with a paper bag, contents unknown. Seeing my raised eyebrow, he said something that made me pout.

"Ask the guest to come in first, Anya."

Usually, he just rushed in without asking. Seeing my displeased expression, he chuckled. "I brought steak, but I'll warm it up first. I bought it last night and put it straight in the fridge. If it doesn't taste good anymore, don't eat it."

My eyes blinked slowly. My desire to eat steak had disappeared by now. I had said I wanted it at that moment, and if not, the desire might not be as strong. I carefully placed the box from the paper bag down and looked at Cedric, who was already sitting at the dining table.

"Did you come home early last night? Is there anything wrong?" I needed to ask this to be sure of one