The kitchen became a mess of spices, bowls, flour, whisks, and sugar. Ethan tore open a bag of dark chocolate with his teeth and tempered the chips. Nico leaned over his shoulder, gazing at the melted treat, and hummed pleasantly. His hand was a timid weight on Ethan’s tailbone. Standing in front of the island, Peter plucked jars and vials up one by one, inspecting the faded labels.
