Chapter Thirty-Five.

Himari’s POV.

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“So, this is what’s been keeping you away from me, pup.”

A gruff voice chimes into the busy kitchen and I twist my neck to see a groggy-looking Zorien leaning in the doorway with arms folded. His hair is wet and hanging like rope-like strands that drip droplets of water over the shoulders of his deep-ashen hoody.

I just stare at him like everyone else is emulating and he crumples his face, “What is it? Is it that strange to have me come down here?” Zorien looks irritated by the surprising way he’s being stared at, and he leaves the doorway and comes sauntering in.

He has a scowl on his face when he looks at me at the farthest end of the kitchen. I shrink in my seat, thinking he’ll start coming to scold me, but Valera intercepts him and speaks nicely, “Would you like some lavender-honey lemon tart?”

Valera seems to be the only one in the mansion who appears to overlook his flaws. She treats him with kindness and is very patient with his unstable mood swings.