At The Party VIII: Defense

The Lycan King, Mr Brekan, grasped Claire by the arm gently, and pulled her to himself— in a way that a father would pull his daughter to himself—making me green with envy. What did they see in the manipulative brat?

“Talk, my child. Tell me what you saw.” Mr Brekan said, his entire attention on Claire.

Claire nodded timidly, opened her mouth, then shut it, creating a palpable tension in the hall. Everywhere and everyone was silent. I couldn't even hear the sounds of crickets. It was like everything had kept quiet just to hear what the girl had to say.

I wanted to hear too, the lie she was about to spurn and vomit out. I watched her divert her gaze to Adam who still looked at her blankly, probably not understanding why she was acting this way. But I did.

I have read all about her types in books. And I knew that she was going to point Adam as one of those that wouldn’t be happy with her confessions.

“Adam…did you do anything to Claire?” Claire's father asked, his tone shorn with worr