Sophie reappeared in the kitchen doorway, wiping her hands on a dish towel. The frantic energy from the living room had settled, replaced by the brisk, grounded authority of a woman back in her own element.
"Camilla."
"Yes, Sophie."
"Come help me."
Camilla's crimson eyes lifted slowly from her half-empty glass of juice. She didn't speak immediately. The silence stretched just long enough to be noticeable, her gaze shifting from Sophie's expectant smile to the gleaming array of knives and copper pots hanging above the island.
"...Help you."
"Help me." Sophie's smile widened, entirely unbothered by the vampire's hesitation. "I'd rather make something with you than for you. It's more fun. And honestly, I want to see what you make of the ingredients. You've been eating human food for what, a few weeks?"
