~~PEYTON~~
“We made your favourite Beef and Guinness Pot Pie,” Kira says like a proud little chef, looking domestic in sleek aprons while gesturing to the deep-dish pie sitting in the center.
Odin doesn't answer; he pulls out a chair and slumps into it without sparing her a glance.
Natalie glides into the room with a stack of plates in one hand and a pitcher of juice in the other. Natalie might be a dramatic pain in the ass, but she's a doting mother. That's the only good thing I admire about her. I never got that kind of love from a mother.
She sets a plate in front of Odin with a flourish, then one for Kira, and finally drops one in front of me with a thud.
"Just help yourself, dear," she says, her tone dripping with passive-aggressiveness.
Kira smiles at Odin again, so over-the-to
