Chapter 14. Glasses

Aria’s POV

"Are you serious?" I started. How could he still be talking to me about lunch?

"Lunch now!" His voice was low and brooked no argument. I had a feeling he wouldn't say a word about my parents unless I ate. I slumped into my seat and reluctantly scooped up the thick, fragrant, mouth-watering stew.

Ahem!

But I didn't enjoy it!

He did the dishes alone. I didn't offer to help, and he did not ask me to. But from the dining area, I did notice a half-lidded pot in the kitchen that very likely contained leftovers of the stew. I tugged at my bracelet with narrowed eyes and resisted the urge to ask for more. He'd probably laugh in my face if I did!

A minute later, he walked out. I could still hear movement in the kitchen. I stole a glance to see that the utensils seemed to be...washing themselves. I sighed. Magic sure was convenient.

"Now... about your question," he said.

I faced him se