Reyna

Dean gave me a strange look at first but then did as I said. I bit my lip and grinned as Dean pulled the car to a stop in the gravel parking lot. He pulled the key out of the ignition and turned to me, but I was already on my way to the moldy building, its sign flickering in the dim light.

I heard him get out too and follow me. When he caught up, he looked skeptically between me and the house. Now I couldn't help but smile.

“What are we doing here?” he asked, looking at the building grimly.

"A cooking class," I said, repeating the...