“It’s strange that being a girl, you don’t know cooking,” Calvin commented, guiding the steps of Ethlyn of preparing chicken.

“Don’t tell me that your thinking is that old that girls are born to handle the kitchen and family,” Ethlyn said, frowning at his words.

“No. Obviously not. I’m sorry that I sounded like that.” Calvin quickly corrected himself. “Even my youngest sister, Lee, I mean, Liara, doesn’t know how to cook. Hell, she doesn’t even know how to fight. But that’s because she spent all her life between books.”

“You won’t believe me, but she completed high school when she was just twelve,” Calvin said. “She was the extraordinary...