Officially off of my sugar high, I stared at Père's head as the head stared back at me. Taking a sip of my sugared coffee, I hoped to have a repeat of that nice brain fog that made everything better.
However, I knew I was doomed the moment I opened the box.
"Someone gave me such a thoughtful gift," I sighed, taking another sip. As if sensing the face that I was more than a bit cranky, a plate of freshly baked cookies appeared on the table beside the head.
Raising an eyebrow, I moved the plate just enough so that Père couldn't contaminate the cookies.
"Who do you think it was?" asked Dante, cocking his head from the side as he leaned against the counter on the other side of the island.
"Well, there are ten possibilities," I started, taking another sip. "And since nine of them don't have a single idea of who this man is, I am going to have to go with Father Khaos."
