"Brother Damien" Victoria sobbed softly then, clutching at his sleeve. "Please…don’t say such things. Sister didn’t mean it. "
Zyan looked at me sharply and did not bother to defend me as if saying I deserved it.
It was then father cut in sharply, his impatience freezing the room.
"Enough. Victoria especially cooked the meal herself despite being pregnant. Must you always ruin the atmosphere, Lianna?!
Go on and serve the food, that’s all you are good for! "
I stood unable to breathe.
"I am leaving. "
Zyan’s hand closed around my arm, rough and unyielding.
"You will not" he said quietly. "Didn’t you already ruin everything…I am already at my limit Lianna. "
"No-"
"Do it" he said quietly, his grip tightening.
"Or I will announce to the entire pack that your mother died because of your weakness.
That the rogues came for you and she stepped in to die because you couldn’t even shift."
My world tilted violently as he twisted the deepest of my wounds and tore it open.
I turned toward the kitchen because there was nowhere else to go.
Each step felt heavy as I carried the food back, settling with a heavy silence, each mouthful felt like I was chewing on cold wax.
Then warmth touched my lip.