licked his lips. That indeed sounded like real food. He followed curiously behind Sam into the kitchen.
“You prepare the food yourself?” Balthazar asked, looking around the kitchen in dismay.
“Of course,” Sam said with a chuckle. “Who else is gonna to fix it?”
“I do not see any food,” Balthazar said, continuing to look around the room.
“You got a lot to learn about our world,” Sam said as he went to the fridge and began pulling things out. Balthazar examined each package, bringing it to his nose and smelling it intently.
“Why do you wrap food in such peculiar materials?” he asked Sam, as he felt at the plastic and Styrofoam that held a thick hunk of ground meat.
“It keeps it from spoiling,” Sam said with an amused smile as he watched Balthazar studying the food, “and makes it easier to buy and carry.”
“Odd ,” Balthazar said, setting the package down on the counter. Sam watched him from the corner of his eye as he went about fixing lunch for everyone. He could see why Alex had become so smitten with the demon lord. He was a very intriguing creature, and though it was clear to see that he was lost in their world, he was adapting surprisingly quickly.
Alex followed the amazing aroma of Sam’s cooking into the kitchen, utterly surprised to find her best friend giving Balthazar an impromptu cooking lesson. It deeply pleased her to see them getting along so well. One look at the demon lord and it was easy to see that he didn’t belong anywhere remotely near a kitchen. But he was watching Sam intently as he demonstrated how to test the potatoes to see if they were soft enough to eat. Balthazar watched with all the seriousness of a heart attack, as if he thought he was going to be tested on the lesson. Alex stood in the doorway, watching them both with a smile on her face.
“You are feeling better?” Balthazar asked without turning around to look at her. She thought she was being sneaky, but once he spoke she realized he had most likely sensed her as she was coming down the stairs. There was very little that got past the demon lord’s sensitive senses.
“A bit,” Alex said, stepping over to the island in the kitchen and hopping on one of the bar stools. As soon as her butt touched the seat, the doorbell rang out in the massive house.
Sam looked uneasily at Alex, as if he hated having to ask her to answer it. He knew she was still feeling unwell, but he just couldn’t leave the food untended, and Balthazar had no business cooking or answering the door. The sight of him would likely send whatever visitor was there running for the hills.
“It’s ok,” Alex said with a half-smile, understanding Sam’s wordless request. She slid off the stool and made her way to the door as the bell chimed again. She swung the heavy wooden front door open to find four brown haired women standing there, wide smiles plastered on their oddly similar faces.
“Hello,” one of the women said with an overly excited smile, “you must be Alexandra. We have been waiting for you.”
Chapter Eleven
Alex returned to the kitchen, a confused look on her face as four brown haired, brown-eyed women trailed in behind her. They all wore the same faded blue jeans and green long sleeved shirts, and they also all looked remarkably similar.
“Um,” Alex tried to get the attention of Sam and Balthazar who were occupied with their cooking lesson. “We have guests. ”
Alex gestured to the girls, unsure exactly how to introduce them and hoping they would step in to introduce themselves. As soon as the women’s eyes fell upon Balthazar a mini hysteria broke out amongst them. They whispered excitedly to themselves, pointing and gasping. They seemed to be speaking some strange language that Alex didn’t recognize. The apparent leader of the group finally broke from the conversation.
“He is demon?” she asked Alex with wide-eyed