Lycan's Prey by Jessica Hall

Chapter 72

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I know that, but the lines still blur horribly, making me wonder if that is part of the allure of her knowing she isn’t mine.

But part of me tried to blame my attraction to her on the adrenaline of hiding from my mother, and that was there, but this girl has wormed her way into my subconscious since I met her. Now sharing a room with her, a bed, everything is becoming too real, too tempting to make it real.

Everything about her challenges me and enthralls me in a way no one has before. Her raw and untamed laugh echoes in my ears. Even though I changed, the smell of her–a mix of spring rain and her distinct scent–still remains on my clothes. I know I will miss her scent when we call this all off. My mind is a continuous reel of her, which is starting to scare me.

Get Max, I tell myself. Get Max and get ready for dinner. I tell myself, reminding myself that I am supposed to be looking for my son, not fantasizing about my fake fiancé.

I walk down the familiar hallways of our castle, the pictures that decorate the walls barely catching my attention. It’s strange how something so routine could suddenly feel so foreign. That awkward encounter in the shower has shaken me more than I thought.

I need to find Max. That thought circles in my mind like a stubborn bird refusing to migrate.

I glance at my wristwatch. It’s nearly dinnertime, and the boy has a knack for disappearing when it’s time to eat. He’s

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room, lost in one of his video games, or

song playing, seeping through the door. It’s that strange song about gremlins and these strange paper people, a cartoon he watches in the morning. I knock softly before pushing the door

by action figures and Lego pieces strewn about the floor. He’s wearing a worn–out Superman T–shirt. My father has fallen asleep in the armchair; his glasses are crooked on his face, his mouth gaping as he snores like a chainsaw in the playroom. My son sits on the floor

spreads across his face.

his

I take in his appearance. I try not to snicker as I glance down at Max, who holds a finger to

have dozed off,” he grumbles, stretching and yawning when I notice his eyelids are bright pink.

looking around, his eyes stopping on the open

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