#Chapter81: Darkmoon

Theodore I blinked, caught between skepticism and an overwhelming warmth at the gesture. “You’re cooking for me?” “Don’t sound so surprised,” she teased, opening another jar. “I can be domestic when it suits me.” I couldn’t help but laugh. “My mouth is already watering in anticipation…" “You’ll love it,” she promised, setting something on the table. "Now help me finish unpacking." We worked quietly. I didn't recognize almost anything in the boxes, but I was excited. We headed to bed soon after and before I realized it, I was fast asleep. It was the smell that woke me. I sat up, feeling the way her side of the bed had cooled, then I was up and out of bed, rushing down stairs. The scent got stronger the moment I stepped into the hall. Warm, savory, and rich, it carried a complexity that teased at my senses—earthy herbs, seared spices, something faintly sweet. I followed it to the kitchen like a moth drawn to flame, barely noticing the sunlight pouring through the