CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
I lifted an eyebrow at Ros. “What did you break the last time you were here?”
“A man’s head,” he replied as he lifted his nose to the air. He cast a mischievous look at me. “What say we check out the kitchen?”
My stomach rumbled and I sheepishly grinned up at him. “I think that’s a ‘yes.’”
“Good.” He grasped my elbow and led me down the passage. “We’re sure to find some bandages in there, too. Oskar’s staff aren’t known for their care.”
I blinked at him. “Their care?”
My answer came in the form of a frying pan that flew out of the kitchen doorway, barely missing Ros’ head, and smacked into the opposite wall. The pan left a smear of… something yellow and orange on the bare boards before it clattered to the floor.
Ros and I stared at the offending fryer be
