"Cut that old tale out. You know you are immune to poison, and she's no fool." Cario laughed at Lyall and kept pointing at the kitchen with his eyes at me. "Get in and start working. You are wasting time, and I don't want that."
"And if I don't," I dared. "I am not your slave.'
"Try me." He smiled evilly and kept pointing at the kitchen. "You've got to be fast with it, darling, because if I step my foot in that kitchen, there will be hell to pay and you are gonna be sorry."
What have I gotten myself into?
I sighed. "Don't even bother about me; I can't cook anything, not to mention switching on the gas."
"Really.' He grinned.
Olcan came forward and hung his arm on Lyall's shoulder and stared at me. "You are such a lazy ass. How can't you cook? That's not normal, is it? For a wretche
