“Where’s my coffee?” Benyamin entered the kitchen, forcing Rebecca to break out of the hug, causing Benjamin to put on a suffocated look.

“The milk spilled over,” Rebecca explained. “Just wait a couple more minutes. I’ll heat it again.”

As she changed the pots and boiled fresh, raw milk again, Benjamin was icily gazing at Shadow who couldn’t look back at Benjamin in the eye.

(You want coffee, huh.) Benjamin sent a mental message to Shadow. (Fine. I’ll make you drink 1000 cups of coffee tonight.