SOPHIA’S POV
After dessert, George said to me and Damien. "It's getting late. Why don't you both stay the night? The manor has plenty of rooms. It would mean a lot to have family here on my birthday."
I opened my mouth to politely decline. The thought of staying under the same roof as Damien and Tiffany made my wolf uncomfortable.
But before I could speak, George added, "Please, Sophia. I don't get to see you much anymore. Humor an old man on his birthday."
The tone he used was so soft, like he was pleading. His voice made it impossible to refuse. I looked at Damien. He was watching me with a neutral expression.
"It's up to you," Damien said quietly. "I'll respect whatever you decide."
My wolf whimpered inside me. This felt like a test somehow, like refusing would prove
