CHAPTER 20

ZYLIAH’S POV

“Your phone’s ringing.” Delia wheeled into the kitchen, my phone on her lap.

“Fynn?” I asked without turning, more focused on the cake batter before me.

I’d felt like cooking, even though it was late. It was one of my favorite hobbies, and I was proud to say I was exceptionally good at it.

Delia and Natasha used to encourage me to start up my own restaurant, but back then, family’s business had been more important than branching out on my ...