Iris's P.O.V.With Adele's 21 playing from my record player and a pan full of chicken sizzling to perfection on the stove, I find myself cooking dinner with my mind in an entirely different place.I'd already fed Blaze, making sure to send him back the same hateful glare he gave me the entire time I filled his bowl—ungrateful, that's what that bunny was. With the fatass fed and nothing to distract me, I was already about halfway through making the chicken alfredo for Lucian and me.Moving freely, I sprinkle some more basil and thyme onto the chicken thighs before I flip them and give the boiling fettuccine a stir. It had taken me some time to grow familiar with this kitchen, the layout a polar opposite to my apartment and much bigger as well. At first, I moved very carefully around the space while doing pretty much anything, afraid of sending things tumbling to the floor or burning myself by accident.But that fear was gone now, even though my vision was still as fucked as always. Bei
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