Episode 31

So we basically spent the day baking brownies and cookies under strict directions from Baking chef Anastasia.

That's what she calls herself now.

Out of seven trays that we baked only three turned out to be good.

Don't ask me how, Anastasia just tasted the first one of each tray and if the sugar level was not to her satisfaction, she condemned it by making a cute scowling face and sticking her tongue out.

Which was weird since they were all baked from the same barter.

She had finished the first tray and had moved on to the second one when she stopped mid brownie.

"Where's Damon, he has to try these." she said looking around frantically.

Baking the brownies had taken my mind off of him.

Come to think of it, where is he?

I haven't seen him since last night.

Marcus and James must have dragged him off somewhere.

Is he back in the basement?

Or out somewhere in the fields? Or in the hospital?

Or, or .....

'Damon!" My thoughts were cut off by an ear piercing scream.

And just like that, Anasta