Sympathy for the Demons (Promised to the Demons Book 1) by Lidiya Foxglove

Author:Lidiya Foxglove [Foxglove, Lidiya]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-11-26T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-One

Jenny

I stoked the fire in the baking oven with a little fire spell, and poured the lovely cream into a saucepan with a vanilla bean.

“Mm…it already smells so good…,” I whispered.

If I was proud of anything in the world, I was certainly proud of this. The recipes I held in my head, and my mastery of the kitchen. I could make any old-fashioned oven the perfect temperature, and feel when the heat was right with my hand. I whisked the sugar and egg yolks while the vanilla infused the cream.

“Do you need any help?” Gillian poked her nose in the door.

“No, not really.”

“What are y’making?”

“Creme brulee.”

“Sounds fancy.”

“It’s pretty simple, really,” I said. “It’s just custard cream with a caramelized crust.”

“Our chef never made anything like that,” Gillian murmured to Jameson, who had come in behind her.

“No. I don’t think he’s very talented for all the hands he possessed,” Jameson said.

“How many hands did he have?” I asked, imaging a sort of octopus man trying to make multiple dishes at once.

“Two more than me,” Jameson muttered.

“The master must be thrilled to have a proper chef!” Gillian said. “I wonder if Sirio will get the boot when we come back to the castle!”

“I don’t want to give anyone the boot,” I said. “Why are you here? Shouldn’t you still be waiting for Variel in Sinistral?”

Lord Variel’s servants, it was true, didn’t look like the most shining specimens. I got the feeling neither Uram nor Gillian was the sharpest knife in the drawer. Gillian was a disheveled redhead with her hair in a very messy braided bun, with stains on her apron and glasses that didn’t seem like a recent prescription, as she was always squinting at everything. But I didn’t care whether a person was beautiful or a genius, I thought she seemed friendly and that was what mattered. Jameson was a little more handsome, and looked very groomed to me, even if Lord Variel called him a dirty vulture. I had heard harpies were an endangered species because the women were ugly and always bothering travelers in Sinistral, and that male harpies were handsome but rare, only I wasn’t sure it mattered whether a harpy was handsome. He had the body of a huge bird of prey, but the pectorals, neck and head of a human. It was hard not to stare, but I also didn’t want to avoid looking at him and offend him that way, so my eyes weren’t sure what to do.

“It got so lonely without the master,” Gillian said.

“Boring, at least,” Jameson said. “There was nothing to talk about. And it was just getting good, what with him looking for a bride and all…”

“A bride? Really?”

“He wasn’t getting no bride,” Gillian said. “He met every pretty demoness in Sinistral and I don’t think an Ethereal would marry him!”

“Gillian, dear, do you have short-term memory loss?” Jameson said. “His bride is a toad. The witch said so.”

I almost dropped my mixing bowl. “What!?”

“Lady Knucklebones came to see him and show a vision of his true love.

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