Hi, guys! I'm not going to be able to update for a few weeks because I have some things coming up and I'll be super busy. Sorry, but this'll be the last chapter for a while. But don't worry, I'm continuing the story, but I can't write for a while.
The hall was silent as Hazel walked through. She had been hungry for nackls and she would get them. Nearing the kitchen, she smelled something already cooking. Was that... Tacos?
Pushing the doors open, she saw Leo over a stove, cooking. The smell was intoxicating. Her white night gown hung down to her ankles, and she wore dark socks with her bathrobe thrown over her shoulders. Her frizzy cinnamon hair spilled down her back and danced behind her as she stepped into the room. Leo turned around.
"Hazel?" He asked.
Sorry about the short chapter. I'll be back! Bye!
-R
