Lycan's Prey by Jessica Hall

Chapter 79

-Aubrey-

~The next morning~

The clink of cutlery against China is loud in the morning stillness as I nibble on a slice of toast, my mind replaying the conversation with Soren last night. The tension from our exchange lingers when Maribel’s voice punctures the quiet.

“Damian will be joining us for shopping after breakfast,” she says, her eyes bright with plans and excitement. I had completely forgotten about going shopping. She doesn’t notice how my hand pauses, toast halfway to my lips, or the way my stomach tightens at the mention of Damian’s name.

I force a smile, one that doesn’t quite reach my eyes. Damian’s cool, appraising gaze has always made me feel like an intruder in this family’s life. His distrust is a shadow that follows me, even here at the breakfast table, while his mother buzzes about colors and fabrics for the upcoming wedding.

As we clear the table, my fingers fumble with the dishes, the nervous energy making me clumsy. I glance over at Soren, his brow furrowed with thoughts of the meeting that will keep him away from us today. Part of me wants him to join us, to act as a buffer between Damian’s scrutiny and my own.

unease.

But his absence is unavoidable, his kingdom demanding his attention. I understand, and yet, my heart sinks at the thought of being around Damian, it is obvious he doesn’t like me or

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and honestly his trust isn’t unwarranted,

realize I was staring off vacantly at Damian who

a smile that feels forced even to me. “Just a little lost in thought,” I manage

reading my mind. “He can be a bit intimidating, but he means well. He is

at her words.

she snaps

rogues,” he answers.

long, she is marrying your brother!” she retorts

him a pointed look. Damian looks like he wants to say something more but stops when Soren

why is he being like that?” she murmurs in confusion. “I thought he was starting to warm up to you. He was the one

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needed help with the

gets about rogues. He doesn’t trust any of them,” Alaric states. “No offense, dear, we’ve had run–ins before,

I nod.

me,” he adds, and I chew my

he’ll warm up to you after spending the day with us.” Maribel chirps, and I nod, following her out of