Lycan's Prey by Jessica Hall

Chapter 29

“Well…I don’t have any experience taking care of children,” I admit sheepishly.

King Soren’s expression softens slightly as he considers my words. He rubs a hand over his tired face before looking back at me with a determined glint in his silver eyes.

“I understand your hesitation,” he says calmly. “But my son seems to really like you and that’s what matters most to me right now.”

I glance over at Max who is tugging excitedly on Damian’s arm, begging him for something. The sight brings a smile to my face despite the tense situation.

“Plus,” the king continues. “We have plenty of staff who can assist you and give you training if needed.”

I’m surprised by the offer but also intrigued. It would certainly be a change from cleaning tables at the café every day. But could I really handle being a nanny for the king’s son?

I realize then I never answered his question. To be honest, I didn’t think he was being serious because, as Damian said, I am a stranger to the king. “I… I can’t. My grandmother, she’s not well, and I need to be there for her.”

The king’s expression softened slightly at my answer, and he nods, peering over at Max when Marianne set a plate of pancakes in front of him and choc chip cookies. “Anyone would think I don’t feed you,” he scolds his son, who smiles

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at him.

makes pancakes,” Max pouts.

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probation because of your antics,” he tells his son before reaching into his pocket and

is fine,” I

told me you’ve been covering his bill, you should have told me he

make plenty of tips here,” I say, trying to refuse his money, but he steps closer and my breath lodges in my throat when he slips his hand into my jeans pocket. I gasp and the

I don’t like owing anyone, and for the

call feeding your son, and letting him follow me at work an

hundred staff at the castle, and he escapes everyone, but not you,” King Soren whispers when I realize

we are stuck in. We both peer around to find everyone has stopped to stare. The king clears his throat, letting

hesitate before pulling the considerable stack of notes from

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