"I'll have someone grab you something fresh to eat from the kitchen right away, and I'll personally run your bath with care and tend to you myself every step of the way," he smirked with a sparkle returning to his eyes, the tension easing just a fraction.
Entering the bedroom with measured steps, I paused at the sight of the people who leaned against the kitchenette's counter or the other state-of-the-art appliances Darren had installed in our rooms for comfort. My eyes landed on Nyra, who pushed off the wall with concern etched on her face and approached me slowly.
"My father tortured me for years," I told her plainly, not sugar-coating it even slightly. "He murdered my mother for carrying another daughter simply because he saw it as a failure to produce an heir to the pack. He realized
