Chapter 1: The Kitchen at the End of the World

Lin Shu had survived fifteen years of professional kitchens — the burns, the shouting, the three Michelin stars she had clawed out of nothing. She had not survived getting hit by a delivery truck on a Tuesday afternoon. When she woke up, the knives were different. The fire was different. And the man standing in the doorway, staring at her like she was either a ghost or his next meal, was wearing dragon robes.