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A light spilled out across the floor, accompanied by the gentle sizzle of a pan and the soft sound of humming.
​Von slowed his steps, curious.
​He peeked around the archway into the kitchen.
​Emily was standing at the stove with her sleeves pushed up and her hair tied back with a rubber band.
She was cooking something that smelled ridiculously good.
It was a late-night batch of garlic butter steak bites and toasted sourdough bread, one of Von's absolute favorite late-night meals.
​But what caught Von's attention wasn't just the food.
​Sitting right on the edge of the kitchen island, looking absurdly cultured, was Loki.
​The small black cat was sitting completely upright, her furry body was motionless except for her head, which followed Emily's every move.
She looked less like a pet and more like a serious sous-chef assisting with a high-end service.
