In The Ryder Pack. They were in the Dark River Pack's kitchen, and it was the last place the gentlemen wanted to be. Cameroon tried his best not to snap at Lawrence who kept staring at him as if he didn't want him there.
Cameroon snickered and stared at the pot boiling. Him with the pots? Unbelievable. He had a perfect plan for the day, and it got interrupted because he stayed longer in his bed waiting for Judy Patrick to come and call him.
"Silly me," Cameroon murmured.
"Excuse me," Lawrence asked with puckered brows.
Cameroon ignored him and went to the sink to clean the plates, again. He had to be busy or else he would scorch Lawrence's eyes out of their socket. He felt a cold breeze on the side of his face and turned around.
"What do you want?" Cameroon asked, holding the sink tightly.
