Chapter 27

Adelia’s Point of View

Nessa’s apartment looked a whole lot more inviting than Siya’s. Had photos of her and her brothers on the walls. Flowers in vases. Even smelled like her.

It felt like a home, not just a place where you slept.

Although, a lingering smell of smoke clogged my nose when we walked in.

Siya, to his credit, disguised his disgust the moment his sister waltzed out of what I presumed was a kitchen.

Her hair was pulled back into a tight bun, curls threatening to fall free at any moment. She wore an apron with various smears all over it. Had flour streaks on her nose and cheeks.

She was busy cooking. Or had been, considering her defeated sigh when she came closer. “I give up. I can’t fucking do it,” She exclaimed and placed her hands on her hips. “I ordered pizza. It should be here in half an hour.”

I restrained a chuckle that threatened to spill over my lips. Glanced at Siya to see how he took the news.

He had been right, then, to say that his sister didn’t belong in a kit