Chapter 294: Unwanted Visitors

LUMINA

I was standing at the kitchen counter, mechanically chopping vegetables for lunch and trying very hard not to think about the fact that there was a five-hundred-year-old supernatural creature currently imprisoned in my basement.

The knife made rhythmic sounds against the cutting board—thunk, thunk, thunk—and I focused on that simple, normal task because if I didn't focus on something mundane, I was going to completely lose my composure.

My hands were shaking slightly. I noticed this with a distant sort of detachment, watching my fingers grip the knife handle with more force than was strictly necessary. We'd been attacked. In our home. Our sanctuary. The...