ANWEN'S POV
I ate faster than I should have, barely tasting the food now, shoveling bite after bite in the hope that if I finished quickly enough, they’d send me back to the room and leave me alone.
I could feel Brammon’s stare on my back, but at least he understood the concept of space. Unlike Fenric, he didn’t crowd me, didn’t touch unless he had to.
Fenric was mercifully quiet for once. Maybe he’d finally found something else to occupy himself with. Maybe, just this once, I wasn’t the center of his attention.
I let myself glance over, just to be sure.
Big mistake.
He wasn’t distracted at all. He was watching me. Had been the whole time. That same predatory amusement lingered in his eyes, and the moment ours met, his mouth curved into a slow, wolfish grin.
My grip tightened around
