COHEN
I entered through one of the lesser used side entrances to the kitchen. The chef shot me a nod of respect but said nothing as I moved to a corner of the room where I'd have a good view of Ellie.
She was humming and mixing a bowl of something that didn't smell like blood. I frowned. She was making human snack food. Stupid. Though I couldn't deny the allure of the sugary scents filling the air.
I couldn't help but watch the way her body swayed to whatever song she was humming. It sounded vaguely familiar, but I had to admit that I hadn't updated my music tastes in a while. I was still pretty stuck on the music from the seventies.
I still didn't like Ellie. That wasn't ever going to change. But she was carrying my heir. It was my duty to make sure she was staying safe and healthy.
