Hidden Flame: Bound to the Triplet Dragon Kings

Chapter 23: Manic Monday.

Avery

I spent the rest of the weekend in my room unless we went to dinner The Trio had the kitchen staff prepare a smorgasbord on Sunday night before June and Anton returned to their home. There was so much food that we could have fed the whole tribe. Yes, dragons eat a lot but even this was overboard. Is The Trio trying to friends? Is this their way of showing it?

press me? If so, why? Were they serious about wanting to be

I don’t have the time to ponder it right now. I showered. Instead of tting my hair spiral out of control or put it into a ponytail, I decided to do something different. After all, I feel different so I might as well look it. I braided my hair. After securing it with a ribbon, I put a few fresh flowers in it. Next, I put on the one pair of eans that I own and paired them with a nice blouse. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, something was still missing. So I grabbed a tube of lipgloss that Trisha had given me as a thank–you gift. It was the first gift that I had ever received from a friend.

I made my way into the kitchen. I expected to see the kitchen staff laying out breakfast but I was the only employee there. The Trio stood at the counter and the stove. “This can’t be that hard. Avery does it every day,” Cassius grumbled. Clint dumped a bowl of what I assumed was batter into the trash bin. “What the fuck are we doing wrong,” he sighs in frustration as Conner shrugs. “I am happy that I didn’t have to regenerate a finger chopping all of this,” he chuckled.

I thought for a moment about letting them continue to struggle, but couldn’t contain my desire to be useful and help. I grabbed my apron from the hook and put it on. Then I wedged myself between them, “Move over and let a woman show you how it’s done.” I

my lip as I awaited

it is genuine, he does have a beautiful smile.

god. What am I doing

that they were using, “Are you

in the hell are crepes?” Clint

“Thin

them like that? It wouldn’t be filling at all,” Clint

needed as I turned the crepe mix into pancake mix by adding some flour from the pantry. They watch me with a vested interest because I am pretty sure that they didn’t even know that the pantry was there. I am thankful that I always tried to help out at the orphanage. It helped prepare me to be an adult. These boys have been catered to their whole lives. I don’t think that I could ever get used to this type of life. Even if I am unwanted, I want to feel

mess up. They even helped me rinse off our dishes and put them into the huge dishwasher before we headed to school. Conner offered to drive me

parks and he starts to come to open my door, “Wait.

Heidi anymore either no matter if she thinks that I am,” he says as he turns and walks toward the school.