My palms were damp, and my cheeks burned fiercely. Everyone was in the kitchen while Jax cooked us breakfast, and the only person I even dared to glance at was Stiller.That was the wrong move. Too late I had forgotten the Mian had supreme hearing. By the way he was silently evaluating me and his Plumas, he had heard everything. By a small blessing, he said nothing to me as he sipped on his water, just continuing to watch me silently.Jax hadn't even peered at me yet. He pointed absently with a spatula toward the far white cabinet. "Braita, can you get two plates. Our eggs are almost done."Moving on auto-pilot, I did as he asked. Though I was surprised when I walked behind him, he slipped a small piece of paper into my left hand. Keeping my head down, I didn't alter my course to where the utensils were. Discreetly, as I opened the small drawer, I tucked the paper into Killeg's sweatpants I was wearing.Jax and I finished serving up our breakfast and sat at the counter while the Plumas sipped on coffee, completely ignoring me, as they started up a conversation with Stiller.
