"Everyone is fed from the fortress kitchens?" May asked, brows raised as she shut the fridge with a thud.
"No, not everyone," Irene said. "Just those in the Alpha's orbit. His inner circle."
"Oh… right." The thought of eating food prepared by someone else and delivered to her grated her nerves.
"Is it possible to get me a few ingredients from the kitchens? Fresh ones, if you can. I'd really like to make something myself. Something warm. Maybe so Mr. Kade can actually eat when he gets back."
"Of course," Irene said and slipped out.
May wandered toward the balcony and pushed the doors open. The evening air rushed at her. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply.
So far, it wasn't so bad. She was in his world now.
Late into the night, when the fortress had fallen into that strange hush between the changing of guards, May finally set down the last clean dish. She'd spent hours in Kade's stark kitchen, coaxing life into the ingredients Irene had fetched.
