Isabella's POV
I knew something was wrong the moment the guards led me into the main kitchen.
The place was empty.
No clattering pans.
No voices.
No other maids.
Just silence.
Then Leon walked in.
His presence filled every corner of the room. His golden eyes locked on me like he'd already decided how he wanted to ruin my night.
"Tonight," he said, "you'll cook dinner for the palace."
My stomach dropped. "Just me?"
"Yes. I gave the maids the night off."
He stepped closer.
"I want to see how well you serve under pressure."
I hated how calm my voice sounded. "What do you want me to make?"
He smiled, slow and wicked. "A full meal. Meat. Bread. Soup. Everything. And it better satisfy my brothers."
His brothers.
The three Lycan princes.
Damon. Kennedy. Rogers.
Each one as cruel as Leon in their own way.
My pulse kicked up, but I bowed my head anyway. "I'll do it."
