Chapter 8i
Ourania decided to cook him a new recipe. People needed variety in their food. Unfortunately, the native Greek cuisine was rather rough on the stomach and she didn’t want to disturb his recent gnosis state.
She opened Thalia’s cookbook, and looked for something within parameters. She decided on a recipe, but chose to forgo the garlic. While preparing the kitchenware she jerked her head up.
She looked through the door. Silently, she walked near the gap like a feline predator.
Yanni was sneaking to the window, attempting to open it silently.
With a few quick long strides she reached up to him and threw him across the room. The wall that she had flung him on would have dropped picture frames on his head, if it not were for Ourania’s minimal approach to her surroundings.
Yanni
