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TWENTY TWO | Greetings.

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TWENTY TWO | Greetings.

"If you keep feeding him those chocolate pancakes, he's going to get sick," Rosaline scolded from where she was sipping her breakfast of champions.

I rolled my eyes, putting another one of the chocolate pancakes on Balfer's plate and warned him not to eat the actual plate.

Again.

He let out a sound of agreement then wolfed down the chocolatey goodness, making me giggle and scratch the top of his head. He was currently in the form of a cute, full black Pitbull and his little stub tail was wagging happily.

"Thought you were going to make waffles," Thomas yawned, walking into the dining room.

I frowned, "Those were too hard. Be quiet and eat your flat waffles."

"I'm just saying. Now your new councils going to start off with disappointment. But if you're fine with that," he replied with a smug smirk.

My jaw fell – was he telling the truth?

"Oh shush," Rosaline sighed loudly, "it'll be fine."

"If you say so."

The two continued to talk about that issue as fearful thoughts danced around my mind. If my own council didn't like me then why should my coven? I turned back towards the stove, not raising my spatula. Fear pricked across my skin and I felt sick. I definitely didn't want to make pancakes any more.

"Don't worry boss," Crow's voice filtered in and I turned to see the boy leaning against the doorway with a bright smile, "You can always banish them to the Abyss."

I blinked at him, noticing the drastic drop in the air as tension rose.

What was Crow talking about?

I frowned, as Thomas shook his head at the boy, "that's enough Crow."

Confusion fueled my curiosity and I faced Rosaline who seemed to take careful measure not to meet my eyes, "What's the Abyss?"

She seemed to hesitate, then settled to purse her lips and glare over at Crow just as the doorbell went off. I paused, looking towards the noise just as a rancid, burning smell singed my nostrils. I gasped in realization, spinning wildly on my heels.

"Oh shoot!" I cursed as my eyes zoned in on the large fire springing out of the frying pan.

My hand grabbed the metal handle, ignoring the hot, stinging pain and dumped the pan into the sink. Turning on the 'COLD' tap, the fire quickly died leaving me with a semi-burned hand and a ruined pan, as well as a charcoal pancake.

"I'll get the med kit," Rosaline said quickly.

I waved her off embarrassed, "Don't bother, I'll be ok."

"Maeve, that looks terrible."

"Oh wow," I joked weakly, "Thanks aunty but I'm fine. Honestly."

"Pi-ku," Balfer whined.

His dog form vibrated like little feathers as he shifted into the form of a monkey and did a little, concerned shuffle on the table. I chuckled at the sight, ignoring the pain in my hand for a few moments.

Until Thomas cleared his throat, "we should take this to the office. Clearly pancakes are a bad idea however, the office is the best choice for the meeting anyways."