Chapter 92

• I don’t belong—neither with the Beasts nor the humans—and the weight of it drags heavily on my shoulders. The kitchen, filled with the scent of warm sugar and baking bread, should’ve brought me comfort. Instead, it’s suffocating.
• “How do you know when my period starts?” I ask, my voice sharper than intended as I glare up at Lucas.
• He’s standing too close, his presence overwhelming in this small space. His hand, which had been resting on my shoulder, retreats slowly. A sigh slips from his lips, and he pinches the bridge of his nose like I’m an impossible puzzle he can’t quite solve.