Nan’s POVA cold war had broken out in the house.Weeks had passed since our kiss. We could barely stand to be in the same room as each other. I tried not to speak to him unless I had no choice.If he walked into a room I was in, I would try and find an excuse to exit. I knew he must have been doing
Then he inhales sharply. Nods at me and takes Vera’s hand. And with that Patti and I are left alone.An unnoticeable, soft breath escapes me. One I had not noticed I’d been holding in anticipation. I gather the dishes up and take them to the kitchen.I rinse the dirty plates and get the wash water r
Nan’s POV“Hello….Who is this?”“Dena, it’s me. It’s Nan.”There is silence. Her breathing is the only sign that she has not hung up. I wait.But she stays silent. It is clearly up to me to start this conversation. So I do.“Listen, I’m sure I’m the last person you want to speak to. I know our last…
“Probably.”Her steel grey eyes take me in. “You look different. How have things been?”I huff. “Tired, you mean?”She shakes her head slowly. “A little. But that’s not what I meant.”“What did you mean, then?” I ask defensively. It’s all too easy to fall back into bad habits around Dena.She does n
Nan’s POV “I have a request to make of you.” “What request?” I ask suspiciously.I do not trust this man as far as I can throw him. Positive and civil interactions do not usually start with an apology and request. I just want to go to my room and wallow a bit.But I figure he will leave faster if
“Of course, not much can be done about anything else with your unfortunate attributes. On that note, you will also stay silent and unnoticed. Unheard and unseen unless spoken too.”‘Oh goddess, they really must hate me,’ I surmise. ‘I’ve never heard of anything so humiliating in my life.’“So, I’m t
Lionel’s POVMy mother sits as regal as a queen.The birthday gathering is in full swing. There are elegant flower arrangements lining the pathways. Floating lights for an atmospheric aesthetic.There must be hundreds of guests. Business associates from my father’s reign, ambassadors my mother encou
I could not understand how things had changed to quickly. The idea that she was trying to hide even such a small thing like that from me…it set me off again.‘I will not apologize, I did nothing wrong,’ I think. I’d never bowed down to anyone in my life other than my own father. An alpha’s pride is