“…and then you want to fold it like that.” I say and Layla nods.
“I hope you’re paying attention, Dylan.” She says glancing at him. He’s not. He’s barely even looking.
“That’s the secret to keeping it light and airy.” I add, trying not to laugh at how annoyed Dylan looks right now.
I’ve been teaching Layla how to make a sweetbread cake. We’ve been in the Kitchens for just over an hour and the whole time Dylan has been glowering at the pair of us. Evidently, Cain has told him to keep Layla away, except she’s his mate, and she’s deliberately playing on that to wangle her way in to spending time with me.
I feel bad for Dylan. I think Cain is going to be annoyed when he finds out and he will. I don’t know what Aeron thinks of his sister but no doubt he’ll agree with Cain.
I’ve been doing my best to avoid him since I ran out of his office two days ago. I expected him to summon me back today. To be doing exactly what he threatened to, but he hasn’t and now every shadow, every sound has me
