*Ari’s POV*
The mansion had become a busy place, especially with strange, unfamiliar officers with suits and suitcases flushing in and out occasionally. Emerson had also stopped visiting us in the kitchen, but his loud, arguing voice could be heard from the floor above.
“Do you think they have something to do with the cities?” I asked Apsara, glancing at the hallway.
“Whatever it is, Emerson’s not too happy about it,” she replied, wiping the gravy spilled on her apron. “Gosh, cooking here is such a hassle. All Maya and I ate was plain bread and mashed vegetables back at Brilliant Cove. If we could afford it, we’d have rice and make some curry.”
Curious, I turned my eyes towards her. “That sounds delicious.”
She shook her head. “It’s very bland.
