NovelsFreeChapter 90 Damian's expression hardens, the lines of his face drawing into a map of skepticism. "You're putting everyone at risk. This is exactly why you should never have let her chere. If she's hiding something-" "Then we will deal with it when we must." I interrupt, firm, my anger at his words overriding his doubt. "But not before then. We owe her that much." "You owe her nothing! This is going to go bad. She could be anyone! Why can't you see that? She is hiding something, Soren. And you are too bloody blinded by your feelings for the girl. You can't see what is right in front of your face!" "She has not tried to do anything; if she were planning to try something, she would have done it by now!" I snap. He doesn't look convinced, but he nods stiffly. The gesture is one of compliance rather than agreement. "Very well. But remember, it's your life and your son's on the line too." As Damian exits, leaving behind a charged silence, I can't help but feel the weight of his warning. But my gut tellsBree's secrets aren't the kind that should cast her out into the cold- not yet, not without proof. And until then, I stand with him; she has done nothing wrong that should makealarmed for the safety of anyone here.
The door clicks shut, the finality of its sound echoing through the empty hallway as I hear voices outside. Moving toward the window, I see Bree step out into the cool evening. I watch Chapter 90 263 Vouchers from the window, a gnawing unease settling in my stomach.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe-wolves feel the lunar call acutely, and Bree's no exception. The thought of her instincts taking over, of her vulnerable and alone, itches at me. I hate that she insists on this-in her grandmother's cellar, with its hidden Perspex dand the illusion of freedom beneath the moon's gaze. I can't shake the image of her there, writhing in pain should clouds obscure the sky, or worse, her being discovered in that dilapidated place by other werewolves.
But she'd chosen this. Bree didn't want prying eyes on her when the shift took her. And so, against every protective urge screaming within me, I let her go. I settle back to work behind my desk for the next couple of hours until my mother pops her head in to telldinner is done.
Dinner is quiet without Bree, just silverware clinking against China. My parents exchange measured conversation over the roast, but their words are distant hums against the buzz of my own thoughts. Max, my little shadow, seems to sense the tension; his fork pushes around the peas on his plate more than it brings them to his mouth. His usual chatter is absent, and he keeps glancing at the empty chair where Bree would normally sit. Every so often, his eyes meet mine, filled with unspoken questions and a hint of worry. His silence only worriesmore.
"Can I be excused?" His voice cuts through the polite veneer of dinner, small and somber. It's a mirror of how he sounded last month when Bree had to leave then, too.
"Of course, buddy." I glance at his half-eaten meal and offer a soft smile. "I'll cup soon to tuck you in and read to you.” Chapter 90 1288 Vouchers He nods, a flicker of relief in his eyes, and scampers away from the table, his chair scraping lightly against the wood floor.
I try to focus on the remaining courses, engaging in the necessary chatter, but my thoughts chase after Max, looping back to Bree and snagging on the ragged edges of Damian's warnings. The meal ends but not soon enough, and I excuse myself from the table with a feigned weariness that isn't entirely an act. As I walk away, a heavy sense of unease settles over me, making each step feel like a struggle. My mind is a tangled web of worry and doubt. The weight of Damian's words clings to me, amplifying my anxiety with every passing moment.
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Climbing the stairs, I rehearsed the bedtstory voices Max likesto read in. I promised to read to Max one of his favorite books about knights and dragons, hoping to distract him from the hollow space Bree's absence has carved in the castle tonight.
But as I reach his room, confusion washes over me; he isn't in there. I move to his small ensuite to see if he is in there, but it's empty, also. The gentle breeze wafting through the ET window carries the scent of pine and a hint of the lightning storm approaching. His bed is untouched. I take a deep breath, a feeling of dread growing in the pit of my stomach. I scan the room, looking for any sign of his whereabouts, but find nothing.
"Max?" My steady, controlled voice rings hollow. I hope he is just fooling around playing hide-and-seek. No response comes, only the rustle of leaves outside, where the curtain gap reveals an open window. Chapter 97
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