Kali:
The smell of butter steak wafted out the front door, wrapping around Asmodeus and me.
There had been a silence between us for the last few minutes. Not the awkward kind you look for every opportunity to break. This was a comfortable one. One that just made things seem easy between us.
“Should we sneak in?” I nudged Asmodeus, who smiled with a shrug.
We snuck through the living room into the kitchen where Uriel was searing brussell sprouts in a cast iron. I couldn't help but admire him. He was so focused on making the perfect apology dinner that he still hadn't realized we were watching him.
“Kali!” my grandfather Cassius called from out of nowhere. I turned like a child caught red-handed in the cookie jar.
“Granpa, what's wrong?” my mind whirled with the worst possible thin
