Dylan’s voice came from the kitchen. “I’ll make a simple chicken pie.”

Making a chicken pie from scratch required some time. That way, he could make her stay longer.

“You can walk around my house as you wish.”

Chameleon Fox thought, ‘I’ve searched your entire house before. My item isn’t here.’

She did not say it aloud.

If she did, she would be admitting she had been acting like a thief and was no different from him.

She put her fork down after eating half the fruit platter. She stood an