Chapter 71: Sylvia, You've Had Too Much!

The living room carried wave after wave of home-cooked fragrance. It mingled with the dusk seeping in through the window, turning the whole place soft and welcoming. "What are you standing there for? Get in here." Sylvia Looske wore an apron and held a spatula like she meant business. "Sit down and wait a minute. The last dish is almost done." Atreus Lyson followed her inside. The apartment was small, probably just over three hundred square feet. The one-bedroom, one-living-room layout had been...