Chapter 142

The late morning sunlight streamed through the loft’s large windows, casting golden streaks across the hardwood floor. The space carried the comforting hum of a lazy morning—the soft clinking of plates, the sizzling of a pan from the kitchen, and the muffled sounds of casual banter that could be heard up in my bedroom.

Daring, Jormun and I headed out of my bedroom and down the staircase for breakfast. Our eyes fell on Jett and Renard as we descended the stairs. My attention turned to Andra once we reached the bottom of the staircase.

She flitted between the stove and the countertop, her petite frame moving with surprising efficiency as she juggled skillets, mixing bowls, and plates. Despite her youthful appearance, she carried herself like someone with a purpose, her movements precise and practiced.

“Sit down, all of you,” Andra said, exasperation lacing her voice as she waved a spatula in our direction. “If I see anyone try to help one more time, I’ll throw you ou