~LAIA~
Cael’s eyes don’t leave mine for a full breath, dark, stunned, almost… petrified.
My stomach twists. I break eye contact before the ache in my chest is plainly painted on my face.
“It’s fine,” Damon murmurs barely two words, but the way his eyes dart from me to Cael and then back to his plate? Yeah. It’s not fine.
I don’t breathe as Cael walks around the table and takes his seat at the only empty setting.
I can smell his wolf because he’s sitting immediately to my right. Damon sits at the edge of the table, with Casper and Caden to his left, followed by Seris.
I try to distract myself by staring up at the ceiling, forcing my thoughts onto pointless things, tracing and counting the chandeliers, anything to keep myself from feeling the bond, the scent, the pull of him.
I unfo
