Luara was already starting to lose patience, and the fact she could identify exactly why only made her more irritated. Rayder had never had a vocation — or tolerance — for staying in a kitchen observing tasks he considered too undignified for someone of his position, and yet, that morning, the idiot simply refused to leave the doorway. He didn't help, didn't directly interfere, but stayed there, motionless, watching each movement as if afraid she'd evaporate between one knife and ...