He hasn't looked at me since we started eating and knowing he is upset with me makes it hard to stomach any food despite its pleasing scent and taste. "Is the food not to your liking?" He asks without looking at me, his attention is focused on the steak he is currently cutting up in a way that lets me know he's intentionally ignoring me. I shift my very exposed derriere on the bed; the back of the shorts had since ridden up and disappeared. "I'm not particularly hungry," I reply quietly; the omelet I've been tossing around looks unappetizing in the face of his passive anger. He hums and forks a rather huge piece of steak into his mouth. I let out a dejected sigh as he goes back to ignoring me. The only sounds in the room are his quiet chewing and my utensils clanging against each other. A fork with a small piece of chicken on it appears in front of my face, making me look up in mild surprise. His hand is paused in midair and nudges the fork against my lips, smearing some of the s

"When will Richard be back?" I ask my sister turned nagging witch. The faster he gets back, the sooner she finds someone else to pester. "In an hour or so but we're not talking about him. I'm worried about you, May." She has been sitting at my feet, on the bed and yapping on about how strange I've been behaving for however long. I'm not really listening. "Well don't be, I'm perfectly fine. I'm just resting." "Are you sure you're okay?" Sarah asks for what is probably the millionth time and again I reply."Don't you have something better to do?" She pouts and makes puppy eyes at me, making me roll my eyes. "Just because today is my off day from work doesn't mean you get to pester me." She scoots closer to me, causing the bed to bounce a bit and a slight wave of nausea washes over me. "But you've been in bed all day. You haven't eaten anything today and it's almost lunch time. You're also being meaner than usual." I scoff. "I'm always mean as you so kindly put it. What you call m

"Are you really okay? You're rubbing your stomach. Does it hurt? Don't lie to me, May," Richard demands with a worried frown. His body is tense because of the presence of a powerful Lycan in the house and the thought that he might not be able to protect us if it calls for him. "Calm down, Richard. I'm fine and so is Sarah." I reply even as dread fills me after I belatedly remove my hand from my stomach. "We don't know that," he hisses through clenched teeth, making me roll my eyes and look towards the kitchen. I can't see them but I can clearly hear smooching sounds and only hope they go no further than that. Judging from my brother's twisted expression, he can hear it too. Thankfully, they emerge from the kitchen in one piece except for swollen lips and poorly straightened clothes. "There's some lipstick here." I point to the corner of my lips and Sarah's cheeks explode with color as Xavier reaches up to clean his mouth. There's some on his neck too but no one else seems to not