Auren POV

When the last of the pack drifted out of the dining hall, I stayed seated, watching Lucen and Lysandra like a predator tracking prey.

All through dinner they had exchanged those pointed, knowing looks silent conversations that made my skin crawl. Either they were plotting, or they shared information they weren’t willing to say aloud.

I didn’t let Lorien touch her plate after Lysandra laid a hand on it. I wasn’t risking anything with her not tonight, not ever. Instead, I’d ...