Lycan's Prey by Jessica Hall

Chapter 122

Soren wasn’t happy when he found out. I still remember the look on his face when he saw the first article–a mix of shock and anger. “How did this get leaked?” he’d asked, his voice tight, as if he was barely holding back his frustration. “I haven‘ t even announced it yet. The council doesn’t even know.”

I have my suspicions, of course. Rhett. He’s the only one who could’ve done it, the only one who would benefit from this kind of chaos. He knows exactly how to get under my skin. But I can’t prove it, and the last thing I want to do is accuse Rhett outright without any evidence. So I’ve kept my suspicions to myself, watching as Soren tries to figure out. how the news got out.

And I have too much on my mind for me to add my opinion on it when he has questioned if I’ve told anyone. All I can think about is Rhett’s threat–the text message he sent me, telling me to come home, or I’d regret it. Every time I glance at my phone, I expect to see another message from him, something.

worse.

But the texts have stopped. And now it’s the silence that

scares me more now.

Getting ready for bed by myself once again. Max is asleep in the room next door, after Soren had his room moved closer and the castle is quiet, the only sound is the faint hum of the wind outside. I pull the curtains shut, wrapping my arms around myself.

I hear the door creak open behind me, and for a second, I

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the guards checking the hall. He nods at me briefly before continuing his rounds. I sigh, turning

day I spend lying to him feels like another piece of myself is breaking away. And now, with our engagement out in the open, I feel like I’m drowning in a web of lies that I

everything will be okay–that Soren will find a way to stop the war before it starts, that Rhett will back off and leave me alone–but I know better.

door clicks open again, and this time, it’s Soren. He steps. inside, his shoulders tense, his face drawn with exhaustion. Hel looks at me, and I

offering a

shoulder, his touch gentle as he leans down to

his touch as he lifts his hand to my

his eyes fixed on the floor. “The council’s been on edge ever since the engagement news broke. They think it’ll make us more of a target. They’re

safe,” I say firmly. “The

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security… we’re fine.”

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event approved–means that someone’s watching us, Bree. Someone inside or close enough to know our