CHAPTER 19  

(ATLAS' POV - IN RHEA'S BODY)

"What the hell do I do with these?"

I held up the knife and a bulb of garlic, my expression a mix of bewilderment and irritation. My confusion echoed throughout the empty room.

Frustration simmered within me as I stood alone in the expansive kitchen, the stainless steel appliances gleaming in the dim light. Befuddled, my eyes wandered over the tools before me—the pan, the knife, the cutting board, and all the other kitchen stuff.

Oddly, at times like this, I was reminded of some of the werewolves I had slept with in the past. Those people had a knack, if not professional skill, in culinary arts. I just had to approve their cooking after savoring some of the food they prepared for me.

A pang of regret struck my chest.

In my past life, I had plenty of offers and chances to learn how to cook from those individuals. Yet, I abandoned them altogether, thinking that my chosen chefs would always do the work for me in Nightspire.

Now, standing in this kitchen, str