“Look what’s in the oven,” Raiden told him. Daman’s green-eyed gaze flashed to the stove. “Is that what I think it is?” Raiden grinned. “Yup.” “You’re my favorite brother.” Daman bent down in front of the oven and peered through the glass. “Hey,” Bellamy said from the other room. “I heard that, you bitch.” “Suck it up, B.” Daman stood back up. “You’re pretty, but you can’t cook for shit. My favorite brother is now Ray.”
