Twenty-Two
Marissa I tossed on Brian’s bed, sleep refusing to come. He had spent the night in his mini-apartment with Sydney since my dad now openly opposed their relationship. Had I known things would spiral this way, I would have stayed at the Lycan lodging. The next morning, I stayed in bed. I had no interest in another argument with my dad after last night. But my stomach growled hungrily after I finished the bottle of nuts in Brian’s room. Avoiding the main areas of the house where I knew my stepmother would be lurking, I slipped down the hallway. But she was already downstairs, perched at the head of the dining table like a waiting vulture. "Good morning, honey. Come sit and eat breakfast." For the love of everything holy. The table was arranged with an assortment of dishes, but none loo
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