“I’m trying out new cookie recipes and I invited them in to be my taste-testers,” Sofiya said. I looked down at my beautiful wife. Her hair was braided in a crown around her head, and her eyes were bright and happy. Killing three men in our kitchen probably would make her unhappy. I cast my gaze over the counters, which were perfectly clean, with no baked goods in sight. “And where are these cookies?” I asked, making sure to inject my voice with warmth even as I scowled at my men over the top of her head. “Oh,” she said, her eyes shining with sadness. I cupped her face, ready to eliminate
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