Chapter 43

"Now in the kitchen, pretty boy," Ina shouted behind me, pulling me back from my thoughts. "Wait, I have to wash." I ran up the stairs. After checking a few rooms, I found my luggage in the room next to Ina. I need to change rooms, assuming she will stay with Tron because I don't want to hear what they will do. I will move my things before everyone arrives tomorrow. We are a group of ten in the sixteen-bedroom castle, so I will choose a room as far away as possible from them; my heart needs distance. Once I decided on my plan to move, I picked up my suitcase, took out a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, put it on quickly, and walked to the kitchen. "The assistant chef Harley is here for you." She smiled and raised her head, her hair tousled and her hands covered with flour. I like to see her cooking for me in the kitchen barefoot. "Are you okay?" She looked at me a little worried because I might look like I had just been shot. I quickly put a smile on my face. "Very well done, how can I he