Chapter 105
Lucy's POV
Phil and I sat down at the dining table, having breakfast. Silence held the moment. It was the usual thing. If we aren't arguing about something then we would be this quiet. I caught Phil staring curiously at my hands from time to time.
They had to be bandaged after I had pierced my claws into them.
“What happened?" He finally asked, his eyes gesturing to my palms.
I shot Jacob a quick side-eye, the reason for my injured hands. He stood by the door, guarding it, or rather, guarding me, averting his gaze away from me.
“I cut myself.”I simply replied, it's not like Phil really cared, because being romantic towards each other was a distant prospect except when we always had to fake it in the presence of the pack members. A couple like us must be solid with love.
