Melanie’s POV

I poured a little extra oil into the pan and flipped the steak with the spatula. Immediately, the pan hissed like a furious snake, spitting sizzling hot oil right onto my arm.

“Ouch!” I yelped, jumping back. I glared at the piece of meat. “Seriously? You’re a slice of cow, not a fire-breathing dragon. Stop attacking me and just cook like a normal, obedient piece of breakfast.”

However, just as I was threatening the beef, I heard a deep, amused voice behind me.

“You’re up early in the kitchen again.”

I turned to see my brother standing tall by the kitchen doorway, leaning against the frame with that...