Chapter 68: One, Two… Three?

"Ours?" I repeated, dropping the spatula. Nate was there to save the day and catch it. A real treasure, that one.

What was I ever going to do without him?

"Yes, ours!" Desmond jumped to his feet, but Aron tugged him back down.

"Don't you dare yell in Sylvan's face! You know he only has food on his mind," which was a strange thing for your soulmate to say, but that didn't mean that I wanted for him to have such an opinion of me.

Even I knew I was a drake. But was I really to blame? After all, no one told me that they wanted me!

Apart from Aron, who seemed to understand me better than I understood myself.

"Well," I took the bowl with the batter and began to dump it inside of the prepared baking tin.

Now, some people liked to swear by oil and flour to make sure that their cakes didn't end up as part of the tin, but, well, that wasn't an option.

But I had a rune even for that! A rune which… glued the tin with baking paper!