Chapter One Hundred and Seventeen

Lilith's POV

Tabby and I work around one another in the kitchen, making food from the cooking book.

We went for a curry with rice and a side of spiced potatoes and coconut bread.

Luckily Calley was home when we arrived, so we had her help; otherwise, we might have struggled to decide on dishes, let alone start the prep for dinner.

She finds some flatbread in the fridge and carefully cuts a small opening to shove coconut inside, then bastes it in garlic oil.

She has Tabby dicing chicken for the curry, which looks disgusting.

The meat is slimy as Tabby takes it out of the plastic bowl it lives in, and it slips through her fingers and into the side, leaving a small trail of blood in its wake as it splattered with a slapping sound on the countertop.

I watch disgusted as she picks it up again to place it down on the wooden chopping board readying it for her knife.

I hate to say the knife slices so quickly through the meat that it makes my stomach churn.

The image of a girl, similar to Tabb