“So what are you going to poison us with?” Beau joked as he walked into the kitchen. I liked him way better when he didn’t speak.
Christian was upstairs with Ramiro, who was still treating Enzo and Gina, and I did not want to interfere. I was not in the mood for any more misunderstandings, so perhaps this was what I was supposed to be doing.
“It’s beef soup, and I’m not going to poison you!” I rolled my eyes at Beau. He slowly began to change into a male version of Isobel, and there was nothing I could do about it.
Beau scrunched his nose and gave me a doubtful look as he looked at the pan with boiling soup. “Anyway, don’t burn down the kitchen.”
“Just go if you don’t have anything nice to say!” I told Beau and threw a cloth in his face. Beau let out a laugh and turned around to walk away. “Beau, wait!” I called out.
“How is Enzo, and how is Gina? Are they talking?”
