Chapter 160 A Promise Before The Storm

• DRAKE
• I open my mouth to argue, but Briana’s stomach growls before I can say a word. I shake my head and decide this talk can wait. Breakfast first. The food’s already on the table—plates, forks, everything set up neatly. All that’s left is to grab her tea and my coffee.
• “We should talk to Natty about your vision,” Briana says as she starts piling pancakes on her plate. “We need to know if this is just a one-time thing or something you inherited from your mother that’s been quiet until now.” She skips the syrup and instead adds a mountain of chopped apples on top of her pancakes.