"My kitchen is on fire," Aveline said hastily. "Call the fire department."
Alaric had run out without his mobile. Hearing her, he was about to grab her hand to lead her out of the building first, but paused. He looked up at the sprinkler. No fire alarm had been triggered.
She wasn't pulling any pranks, was she?
"Why did you scream?" he asked carefully. "What did you see before running out?"
Aveline opened her mouth, then shut it again. "The pan," she said after a beat. "It caught on fire."
His brows furrowed as he took a step toward her. "Is it still burning?"
"I don't know," she muttered, almost embarrassed. "I didn't look back. I just ran out."
From the look on her face, he guessed this was her first time cooking. He opened the door, and she grabbed his T-shirt to stop him. Before she could utter a word, she saw that everything inside looked the same.
