I knew what Grim was even before I met him.
And I knew even then that it didn't matter to me.
So it does not change anything.
Even if he was drenched in blood from a recent kill, that could have been me.
“Are you hungry?” I asked, shaking my thoughts out of its morbidity and focusing on my promise to take care of him. Because that's what mattered and that's my promise. “Do you have a kitchen here? Or at least some food stocked?”
“You’re going to cook for me.” It wasn’t a question, but Grim's eyes were wide again and his smile of surprise was just as wide too. “You’re really going to make something for me.”
“I made a promise.” I replied simply before pulling away from him to allow myself a morning stretch. “So? Is there a kitchen?”
Grim watched me for a moment, his eyes following
