Anthony had been locked inside Poseidon's Realm for these days because Cienna was not in the scene and wouldn't be for a considerable amount of time. It was a wonder that she could manage to invade every thought that passed my mind. Exceedingly stupid and irritating, I concluded.
So, he had been scarce and had stumbled into the mansion or the kitchen while I was preparing something to eat. I would set up a plate for him or keep it aside so he could heat it and eat it. For someone who couldn't cook, I was getting good at cooking simple things. My sandwiches were suddenly that delicacy that was to die for. At least, that was what Anthony said while he chewed on the food on his plate and finished up every last crumb of bread. It was sort of cute. And we spoke little to each other, so there were no arguments. Out of the two of us, he was the only one who got a good night's sleep.
