Chapter 21
The kitchen was warm with the smell of baking bread the next morning, loaves lined up along the counter for the day's meals, flour dusting the air in a fine haze that caught the early light through the small high windows. Callie stood near the back counter, sorting through a crate of vegetables that had arrived that morning, half listening to the chatter of the younger kitchen staff working around her.
Two of the younger maids, Della and Priss, worked nearby scrubbing pots, their voices pitched low but not quite low enough to escape Callie's ears as she sorted carrots and onions into separate baskets.
"My cousin works up near the border," Della was saying, scrubbing hard at a stubborn pot. "She says the whole north is still talking about it. The Lycan Prince, still searching
