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Chapter 290: Breakfast With Dad

Nina

The next morning, I finally met with my father for the first time. Not in a state of dire stress or danger, but instead…

Breakfast.

Enzo and I walked into the large dining room together to see a long chestnut table, at one end of which was a stunning array of fragrant breakfast foods, brightly colored fruits, and steaming cups of coffee. My father was sitting at the chair at the end of the table, and stood when we entered. Without a word, he simply held his arms out for me and walked up to me, pulling me in for a tight hug before I could even say anything. I felt a bit tense being hugged by this man who I hardly knew, despite the fact that he was my biological father, and when we pulled away I stammered to come up with something to say.

“I know it’s a lot to process,” my dad said. “Let’s eat instead of trying to figure it all out.” He stepped out of the way and gestured for Enzo and I to sit at the table, and we did. Enzo sat beside me, his hand resting firmly on my thigh underneath the tablecloth.

We ate in silence for a couple of minutes. The food was delicious and warm, and as I ate I realized how starving I was after sleeping for two days. There was an array of warm pancakes and fresh fruit, juicy sausages and crispy bacon, steaming hot potatoes and bitter coffee; I ate all of those things and more, and my stomach still didn’t feel full. I thought to myself that if I could eat like this forever, I would. And I had lost so much weight lately with everything going on that no one batted an eye at my voracious appetite.

But at the same time, it almost felt wrong to be eating at the moment. My twin sister had just died brutally, and although I hardly knew her and most of our interactions were filled with her evil nature that was caused by the Luna’s manipulation, I still felt oddly empty. She was my twin, after all, and we had a strong magical bond.

“Um…” I set my fork down and swallowed, feeling my face go red. “Selena…”

of the table so tightly that his knuckles were white, and he stared numbly down at his plate. “There will be a funeral,” he said, his voice low and strained. “Tomorrow.

“Of course,” I

of old magic. She came from a lineage of witches mixed with werewolves, and her powers were unparalleled.

game. I was certain that there was so much more

I said, “what was

father’s eyes lit up. A soft smile spread across his lips, and he tilted his head back slightly to look up at the ceiling. “Her name was Ophelia,” he said, his voice sounding almost dreamy. “She looked just like you.

smile. Selena’s blue eyes belonged to our mother. I was glad to have had the chance to experience those eyes before

any other ways?” I asked, to which my

magic was strong, but Selena’s true nature came out sometimes. She was sweet and innocent. A

tell that it was in there somewhere.” As I spoke, I felt Enzo’s hand tighten slightly around my thigh. When I looked over at him, his eyes were soft and understanding. When Selena was alive, after we turned her into a human, he never really believed me when I said that Selena had some good inside of her, and I still didn’t blame him

he had missed over the past twenty years while he was under the Luna’s spell: the rise of the Crescents, the Luna’s negative effect on the werewolf realm, Selena’s plan to take Enzo from me, and everything else about my