Chapter 15
In my haste to follow the chocolate trail, I’d moved so rapidly that I left my partner behind. Or maybe Sebastien thought I needed a moment to myself after the revelations I’d recently come out with. Whatever the reason, I slipped through a small back door into a steamy kitchen with no companion save my inner wolf, and together we padded deeper into the opulence that was my birth mother’s home.
Inside, scents of cookery were so heady I couldn’t even smell my own skin. Someone was boiling lobsters for dinner, an undercook whipped up mashed potatoes seasoned with rosemary, and off to one side a tall, thin female busied herself putting the finishing touches on what appeared to be triple-chocolate cupcakes. Assuming the menu had been approved by the lady of the house, it looked li
