Chapter 25: Secret IngredientIt had been one of those magical evenings, and for some reason, Spencer had given me a break tonight. We’d even made Krumcake together and shared a few laughs.
After Spencer had gone to bed, Derek and I had fooled around in the workshop, making out over the stained white sheets like two horny teenagers. Then we’d sat together, surrounded by his paintings—the canvases he’d filled with cherry orchards, Gothic churches, and corn fields— and face to face, had talked about the old days, when we’d both lived in Verdun and had been neighbors. After all these years, Derek was still my enchanter, casting his quiet spells on me.
Giving in to him never felt like a favor because he was the captain of my soul.
Now it was late in the night, and a headache had sent him to
