Okay, the stove was on.
Now for the butter.
She tossed a slab of butter into the pan, which sizzled loudly, startling her.
The butter immediately began to burn, turning brown within seconds.
"Oops!" Aurora grabbed the spatula and tried to scrape the butter around, but it wasn't budging. "It's fine, everything's fine," she whispered, but the panic in her voice was undeniable.
At that moment, Daemon walked into the kitchen, his tall, commanding presence filling the room instantly.
He paused, taking in the scene: Aurora standing in front of a smoking pan, Jare watching silently from the corner, and the burnt butter sizzling away on the stovetop.
His dark eyes narrowed as they settled on Aurora.
"What is going on here?" His voice was calm, but there was an edge to it.
Aurora froze, her hand still gripping the spatula awkwardly.
She forced a smile. "I'm... making breakfast!"
