Chapter 86 Burried Secrets And Glowing Anklets

• Darius placed his hands on the back of my chair, leaning down until his breath tickled my ear.
• "Well, well," he said. "What fascinating dinner conversation. Murder accusations, exile discussions. And here I thought family dinners were supposed to be boring."
• Every person in the room was frozen, forks halfway to mouths, cups held in mid-air. The silence was so complete I could hear my own heartbeat. Everyone just waited, hoping that drama could unfold and they’d have something new to gossip about. Lycans loved gossip, I’d learnt that.