The clang of pots echoed like a war drum.
Alice flinched as a tray of chopped vegetables nearly slid off the marble counter. She grabbed it just in time, steadying the bowl with trembling hands. Her apron was too tight. Her palms were slick with nervous sweat. The kitchen smelled like garlic, spices, and humiliation.
A month ago, if this opportunity was presented to her to work as a chef or even a cleaner in the Wildfire mansion, she'd have seen that as a dream come true.
But now?
She had won a case. Okay, maybe not won, since there was a big price to pay, something she still couldn't get out of her head. But then, she had done it. And what did she get in return? Being deployed to the kitchen for cooking duty because there would be a 'family dinner' tonight. Wasn't it the same dinner they had been having the entire time?
Except now, she would have to join them. And maybe... Hades too.
