Villain Ch 1867. Overnight Breakfast
"You're ridiculous."
"You're all alive," he countered, sipping coffee again.
Her soft laugh vibrated against his spine.
Allen turned his head just enough to catch Zoe's sleepy grin. Her hair was a wild halo, her eyes still half-shut, and she hadn't even bothered to pull on more than the oversized shirt she'd stolen from him last night.
She yawned against his back, voice muffled. "You made breakfast?"
"Prepared it yesterday," Allen said, sliding a parfait onto the counter. "You think I had the strength to cook this morning?"
Zoe blinked down at it, then up at him. "You're actually perfect, you know that?"
Allen smirked. "I know."
She pinched his side. He didn't flinch.
Footsteps echoed down the hall, slow and dragging. The kind of sound made by someone who partied too hard and now regretted everything.
