Aiden finished cooking the stew and slid it into the bowl, as he cast a glance up the stairs. As the rich aroma filled the kitchen, he knew Serena would be down here soon. He knew her well enough by now—she would be back before midnight, drawn by hunger like a moth to a flame. For all her strength and mystery, she had a weakness that he'd discovered by chance. Serena was a glutton. When hunger called, she couldn't resist. If there was one thing she seemed to love without restraint, it was food. And she seemed to be even more partial to his cooking.
But as Aiden set the pot down, his expression darkened, the softness in his eyes replaced by something much colder. His phone buzzed with a notification—an outgoing message from his wife's phone. His wife, who was supposed to be asleep.