Chapter 95

95 Say It As Is

Mara

The breakfast table fell into silence the moment Lucian, Darian, and Alpha Vander left.

Lacy had her usual scowl aimed at me, like it was permanently etched into her face. Martha looked lost in thought, her eyes clouded with worry-blackmail clearly gnawing at her mind.

But Tiffany… Tiffany smiled. Soft. Gentle. The pregnant woman I once couldn’t stand now seemed more vulnerable than ever, picking at the fruit on her plate like she was trying to keep from breaking.

“How’s the holiday home, Mara?” she asked eventually.

“It’s peaceful,” I said. “Quiet. Just us.”