Chapter 611

The drawer was pulled open, and a rush of air swept in. Pine huddled in the corner, his claws gripping the edge of the wooden board, hiding his face behind his wings.

The crimson sprite poked its head into the drawer. 'Huh, just a few jars of peanut butter. Nobody hiding in the kitchen?' it wondered.

The crimson sprite pulled its head back, clearly annoyed, and shoved the drawer closed. Footsteps