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The addictive scent of chocolate and vanilla wafts into my nostrils the moment I enter the room. Julian’s perfume hangs in the air, making me miss him at once.
Moving toward the monitors in the corner, I settle down in a chair and start pulling up the feeds for the house. It only takes me mere seconds to locate Iris.
She’s in the kitchen. Standing at the counter, she’s whisking something in a large bowl. Zooming in, I spy the ingredients she’s arranged close by. There’s a bag of flour, an empty carton of eggs, and a small mound of butter.
She’s making cake, my mind whispers excitedly.
I’ve been eating the food she cooks for nearly a week now, so I’m certain the cake’s going to be as delicious as the rest of her dishes.
Zooming in, I see something cooking in the oven as well. Even though the image quality is excellent, I can’t make out what’s roasting in there.
Iris already has Julian and my brothers wrapped around her fingers. There’s no need for her to work so hard but it seems to come to her naturally. She’s a dedicated person and I can’t help but admire that quality in her.
A look of focused determination is etched on her pretty face as she whisks the contents of the bowl at top speed.
A sudden spasm screws up her face.
She places the bowl on the counter and doubles over. Her arms are wrapped around her stomach as she crumbles to the floor.
I zoom in closer.
Iris’s eyes are squeezed shut as she squirms on the floor. Her arms are still tightly wound around her body as if she’s in terrible pain.
Pushing my chair away, I get to my feet and hurry out of the room.
My feet pound on the staircase as I head downstairs.
Iris’s groans reach my ears the moment I get closer to the kitchen.
“Iris,” I call out, coming to a halt at the doorway.
She doesn’t even look at me as she writhes on the floor.
Running in, I kneel beside her.
“Iris. What’s wrong?” My voice is rough with anxiety.
“...hurts,” she manages to say.
“Where?”
“My tummy.”
I don’t know what to do. She was fine a minute ago. What could bring on this sudden onslaught of crippling stomach ache?
Beads of sweat appear on her forehead. Her lips have gone pale.
I’m sure she’s not feigning it. But what could’ve gone wrong with her?
Getting to my feet, I go to the sink and fill up a glass of water.
“Have a drink,” I say, holding the glass near her.
She ignores me and continues to groan in pain.
Something inside me is sickened by the look of intense pain on Iris’s face. The wild animal within me howls with distress. It can’t bear her agony.
I have to do something, I think.She’s mine.
