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Chapter Fifty-Two - Pancakes & Danger

ผู้เขียน: Kenzie Shinabery
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I fall into a rhythm fast.

Bacon crackles in one pan, pancakes puffing golden in another, eggs soft and folded instead of charred into oblivion. The coffee pot gurgles to life just as I’m plating the last stack, like the universe decided to cooperate for once.

Footsteps on the stairs.

I glance up just as Dante appears in the doorway.

For half a second, his face tightens—eyes sharp, scanning the room like he’s bracing for damage.

Then he sees me.

The tension drains out of him so visibly it almost makes me laugh.

“Are you burning my house down?” he asks, voice rough with sleep.

I snort, jerking my chin toward the trash can. “Your sister and James attempted to make breakfast.”

Danika gasps. “Attempted?”

“I intervened,” I continue calmly. “I’d actually like to eat edible food.”

James raises his hands. “In my defense, the pan betrayed me.”

Danika scoffs. “I was trying to be nice.”

I shoot her a look. “You tried to kill us with breakfast.”

She grins. “Violence runs in the family.”

Dante ste
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  • The King’s Wrong Captive   Chapter Fifty-Two - Pancakes & Danger

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