Page 8 of Sent To A Fantasy World and Now All the Men Want Me 7

Rowan tossed me a grin. “Wonder what pisses off Captain Glutton more—Nina flirting with you or seeing her eat his muffins?”

“Both,” Maddox mumbled, arms crossing. Once again matching Cyan.

The two were kindred spirits in that moment, both glaring at the snake demon as she pranced around the kitchen, taking bites out of the muffins before coming over to me and patting the top of my head. She ruffled my hair.

“Stop that at once, demon,” Callum said, pointing at Nina. He went to stand beside Maddox, matching his pose. “I’m the only one who’s allowed to ruffle his hair. Hands off.”

Sigh. Make that three kindred spirits.

“Evan is Nina’sss friend.” She retook my arm and stuck her nose up at him. “Nina can touch.”

Reign glanced over at Maddox. “You threaten me simply for flirting, but she can touch him without losing an arm?”

“Because her affection for him is innocent in nature,” Maddox responded, his brow heavy and a tic in his jaw. “Unlike yours.”

Even with his mask still in place, I detected Reign’s mischievous smile. A beauty mark rested beneath his left eye. That, paired with his sun-kissed complexion and full, dark lashes, left little doubts as to the handsome face beneath that mask. Something I knew for a fact, as I’d seen it not long ago while staying with them in the Tower: aka, the spies’ headquarters.

Draven shook his head at them before looking toward the window. The storm from earlier had cleared out, revealing a pretty blue sky and puffy white clouds. Sunlight touched the leaves of the tall oak tree, and birds chirped.

What drew my attention more than the pretty scenery though?

The peaceful gleam in Draven’s eyes as he stared outside. It hinted at a gentleness beneath his thick, rough layers.

“Nina.” Cyan put her hands on her hips. “We have work to do.”

“Meanie Cyan,” Nina mumbled, puffing out her cheeks. She released her hold on my arm and shuffled over to the pantry. “Work, work, work. No time for Nina to play with her Evan.”

I pressed my lips together, trying hard not to laugh.

With Cyan trailing behind her, the two of them checked the pantry and refrigerator—similar to the one in the modern world I’d come from but powered by an ice crystal—before making a list of ingredients we needed and leaving the kitchen. The castle had its own supply of eggs, vegetables, and various other crops, but meat and seasonings were obtained from the marketplace.

As Fane and I continued cooking breakfast, more rumbling laughs and lively voices filled the kitchen. The spies stood against the wall and chatted amongst themselves, while the knights, my gluttonous captain and cinnamon roll included, crowded around the table and talked to Briar and Lake.

Oreo lay curled up beside Lake’s chair and lifted his head to yawn, exposing all of his sharp teeth. He snuggled back down and thumped his tail against Lake’s foot.

“When can we eat?” Quincy whined, staring longingly at the muffins cooling on the counter. “I’m wasting away.”

“Just waiting on the biscuits,” I answered with a laugh, then stepped over to the oven to check on them.

The second I moved in that direction, Rowan looked at me with an eagerness burning in his topaz eyes. Tossing him a flirtatious wink, I grabbed an oven mitt and removed the pan. He pushed from the wall, leaving Reign hanging mid-sentence, and was at my side in seconds.

Smiling, I lightly bumped his shoulder with mine and set down the tray. The silly man didn’t wait for them to cool before snatching a biscuit and tearing into it, doing the hah hah hah dragon breathing technique because they were steaming hot from the oven.

“Look where your impatience got you,” I said with a tsk. “A burnt tongue.”

“Good,” Maddox said as he ate a banana muffin. The thief. He must’ve snuck it when my back was turned. “Perhaps that will keep him from speaking.”

With his mouth still full of biscuit, Rowan snatched the oven mitt I’d just set aside and chucked it at him. The cushion smacked Maddox in the face before dropping to the floor with a soft plop.

That’s when I lost it, laughing so hard I slumped against the counter.

Fane organized food on a tray, along with a pot of green tea and a small dish of honey, before tipping his head to me. “I’m off to deliver milord’s morning meal.”

“Okay,” I said. “Tell him to join us next time.”

The demon lord hadn’t shown his face all morning. Much to my dismay. After the incident in the throne room last night, I needed to talk to him. To explain myself. Problem was, I didn’t exactly know how I was going to do that.

A worry for later. For now, I had a group of hungry men to feed.