Magic’s Rise (MONSTERS AMONG US: HARTFORD COVE #5) by L.L. Frost EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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Another slice of apple pie slides in front of me, and I groan in protest.
“You know I don’t have a wolf shifter’s metabolism like you, right?”
Ignoring my grumbles, Jesse nudges the utensils at my elbow
closer. “Come on, I’ve seen you eat way more than this.”
With a deep breath, I straighten in my seat at his kitchen table. “What
makes this one different from the four slices I already ate?”
A frown tugs at his lips. “Can’t tell you that. It will make you biased.”
My stomach stretches taut, ready to burst, but I gamely pick up my fork.
If someone had told me last week that I would get sick of pie, I would
have stabbed them in their lying mouth. And I would have been wrong to do
so.
Mrs. Smith had returned to crotchety good health with the
announcement that she would be bringing a new creation to the table at the
upcoming festival. Not to be outdone, the threat had launched my dear
friend Jesse into a baking frenzy to further perfect his own recipe.
I had eagerly volunteered to be his guinea pig and now have delicious
regrets.
Barron’s voice drifts from the front door. “Jesse, come help me with this
garland.”
A thump follows the request, and Jesse lumbers out of the kitchen to go
rescue his mate.
Jesse’s home is a hive of activity, with baking supplies fighting autumn
decorations for space. Barron is determined to win the doorway contest,
which apparently requires fall leaves and tiny gourds. Lots of them.
“What do you think of this variant, Rowe?” Jesse yells, the multitasking fiend.
Dutifully, I cut off the tip of the pie, the flaky, golden crust cracking
beneath the tines of my fork. It smells like apples, cinnamon, and other
spices I can’t identify. The apple pieces, layered with loving care, glisten
with syrup.
My stomach rebels at the sight.
A deep breath brings honeyed sweetness into my mouth, and I force the
bite in after it. The crust melts on my tongue, followed by the spice-filled,
sweet tang of the fruit filling, and I swallow convulsively.
This is worse than the time Ros challenged me to eat the gravy in the
mess hall where he used to live with his vampire brethren.
Don’t get me wrong. It’s not usually a challenge to consume an entire
pie in one sitting. Hell, Tris and I have had pie-eating contests in the past
just for funsies. This is the third consecutive day of taste testing, though,
and four more uncut pies sit on the counter, waiting for their turn with my
tastebuds.
By this point, I am pie. Buttery crust seeps from my pores, and apples
line my insides.
“Rowe?” Worry fills Jesse’s voice. “Is it not good?”
“I can’t do it.” A burp escapes as I push the plate as far away as the
small table will allow. “I’ve hit the pie wall. If I eat any more, I’ll become a
walking, talking apple crumble.”
“Crumble was yesterday. Today is lattice top.” Jesse reappears in the
kitchen, a bright orange leaf stuck in his beard. “You can’t give up. The
contest is in less than a week!”
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