She poured the cracked eggs into the hot pan. The edges set quickly, so Selpe lifted the pan and gave it a light shake, letting the soft centre slide. With a small tilt of her wrist, she pushed the omelette forward, letting it fold over itself as it cooked above the stove flame.
Just then, to her surprise, the doorbell rang—twice.
She wondered who would come this early.
The clock on the kitchen wall pointed straight up. It was 6:00 AM.
She gave the pan one last shake, set it gently back on the stove, then turned the knob slightly anticlockwise. The flame shrank to a thin blue line. She flicked her hands in the air to shake off the extra oil, then wiped them on her apron in quick, rough strokes.
She walked to the door and opened it calmly. Her eyes widened the moment she saw who stood there.
A tall man. Long black hair. Purple eyes behind neat glasses.
The president of the School of Thoughts and Perseverance—Seraphus De Steelheart.
