Allison slipped out of the kitchen once she was done with her tea. Alfred and Marie pretty much took over, deciding the menu for lunch and sorting out the ingredients. They both shared a connection because of their love for cooking, and also Marie sort of helped Alfred with his arm therapy. She never understood their bond and preferred to stay away from the kitchen.
The backdoor opened with a drawn-out creak, and the hunter stilled, turning her head to the left just as a cold gust of wind hit her face. Quiet footsteps sounded over the floorboards, leaving a trail of nearly muddy soil from the garden. She could feel the air go thick and heavy, sizzle with something she’s become far too familiar with, making her shoulders tense.
Drake.
She had pretty much managed to avoid him at all co
