Lila's P.O.V.
I settled into one of the kitchen chairs, the scent of freshly made pancakes wafting through the air and reminding me just how hungry I really was. Skye took the seat across from me, his earlier irritation with Blade completely gone. Instead, he was calm, and focused, and I found myself appreciating his steady presence more than I had expected. As we started eating, the silence between us was comfortable. The pancakes were delicious, light and fluffy, and I couldn’t help but smile at the fact that Blade, despite his larger-than-life personality, was clearly a decent cook.
“So,” Skye began after a few bites, his tone casual,
“what’s the plan for today?”
I swallowed my mouthful of pancake and sighed.
“Honestly, I’m still figuring that out. I’ve been avoiding reality for
