"Where's this kitchen you were talking about?" My whisper shook a little, and I cleared my throat.

He jerked his head for me to follow, his smile still on his lips. He was having entirely too much fun.

The stage creaked as we crossed it, and behind a black curtain, a door led to a short set of stairs and a narrow hallway beyond. Torches burned down its length, and smells of yeast and baking bread wafted from a large kitchen at the end.

Oh my gods, that ...