Chapter 187: Dinner With The Enemy

Dinner was served by the small man and his equally small wife, both of whom bowed and scraped to the Dumonts and their werewolf security, but who were treated in turn like trash. I had to clench my teeth and my hands to keep from reacting, knowing Mom would be disappointed if I acted too soon.

The woman set a bowl of soup in front of me. "Thank you," I said.

The brothers snickered while one of them tripped her casually on the way by. She actually stammered an apology.

We must tolerate it, Mom sent. But not for long, I promise. Patience, Sydlynn.

She was a heck of a lot more composed than I was, but I did as I was told.

I barely tasted my soup, forcing myself to eat a few spoonfuls in an attempt to unclench my tight stomach. I'm not sure if it did me much good or not. The sight of Gram flinging hers across the table one scoop at a time did way more for my state of mind.

Andre snarled as a chunk of carrot lodged in his hair. Gram squealed with laughter, clapping her hands together.