COHEN

I entered through one of the lesser used side entrances to the kitchen. The chef shot me a nod of respect but said nothing as I moved to a corner of the room where I’d have a good view of Ellie.

She was humming and mixing a bowl of something that didn’t smell like blood. I frowned. She was making human snack food. Stupid. Though I couldn’t deny the allure of the sugary scents filling the air.

I couldn’t help but watch the way her body swayed to whatever song ...