Chapter 72

Zoe's POV

The food was served but how could one eat if all appetite was lost?

Seeing Xavier with Claire, arm in arm, like they had always belonged together was a new kind of pain. I was angry at Jacob for bringing me here even though he knew that Xavier was going to be here too. I glanced at him to my left as he was busy enjoying the delicate appetizer. He and I were going to have a long conversation about his reasonings and excuses for putting me through this. He knew Claire was the hostess and he still brought me.

All I needed was to get through the dinner without any drama or drawing any attention to myself.

I held my fork so tightly in my hand that I feared I might break or bend it, and werewolves don't use fragile cutlery.

I was about to take a few bites to avoid seeming rude when I nearly jumped out of my seat at the shock of feeling a hand on my right thigh.

I looked alarmed to my right and John was eating like nothing was wrong, while his left hand caressed my thigh