Lyra's POV

"What do you think you are doing?" Isla queried the poor cook not knowing I was seated by the extreme close to the pantry door.

From where I was seated, I quietly looked unblinkingly at Isla as she strutted into the kitchen, stopping short at the sight of the cook making the salad I had just ordered her to make, contemplating how to handle this.

It wasn't enough that she was trying so hard to steal my family. No! Not trying. She was halfway there. I had already abandoned the ...