72. His Opinion

SKYLA.

Mama had made a delicious meal, and Royce had not failed in complimenting her several times, making her blush happily.

“No really, it’s delicious.” Royce says as he eats Mama’s signature brownies with hot custard. “You went out of your way to make so much.”

“Oh thank you, it really wasn’t much at all!” Mama exclaims, waving her hand.

I cock a brow.

Wasn’t much? She went full out with six different dishes and three desserts…

“You are too modest Kiara.” Royce replies, placing his spoon down, and I can’t help but notice the way his tongue runs along his lips.

Yeah, Mama had been adamant he calls her Kiara. I bet Dad wouldn’t be happy with these two getting on so well, but with everything going on with the witches and the death noodle, he had to stay down there to deal with matters.

Night has fallen and Mama has told us to stay the night, and to be fair, I don’t mind. I need the break away from everything and even better; she was insistent that Royce also stay, and that is something