Nyx’s POV
I instinctively touched my neck, realizing Alaric had been looking at the spot where I’d applied concealer to hide a hickey. Did that piss him off? And why was he acting so off?
I decided I’d ask Dom about it later, but for now, I needed to eat something before I lost my mind. The walk to the dining hall felt longer than usual, and when I finally reached it, I saw that Alaric wasn’t there. The twins were sitting silently, dressed in their school uniforms, picking at their breakfast. Dom sat at the head of the table, scrolling through his phone, his brows furrowed as if he were deep in thought.
I slid into my seat beside him and immediately started devouring the soufflé pancakes, drizzling honey all over them. With each bite, my hunger subsided, but an unease gnawed at the edge
