NINA’S POV

“Lydia, where the hell is your toaster?" I asked as I scanned the kitchen, looking for the only appliance that didn't seem to sit on the counter.

She came back home early this morning.

“Uh, you're really asking me?" Moving towards the kitchen counter, she pulled herself up on it, taking a seat as she bit into a golden red apple, watching me search through every cupboard.

She wasn't any help, and it already irritated me. I got little sleep after what had happened between Mr. ...