Anastasia:Skybound Pack.The cutlery clicked.That was the only sound I could focus on, the soft, refined scrape of my father's steak knife against the royalty plate, methodical and sure, like everything he ever did. My gaze flicked to the light directing at us from the outside, and an exhausted sigh escaped from my lips. Goddess, I am tired of this suspension. I sat perfectly poised, as expected. Back straight. Chin lifted. Hands folded on top of a linen napkin in my lap. Not because I wanted to, but because I was taught to. Trained to. Conditioned like a perfect Luna-in-waiting. Everything about this dinner reeked of funeral. Of something about to drop. Even Riley, my nanny since birth, hovered a little too close behind me, unusually tense. Since when? Since when have we ever sat down like this to eat as a family?And then it came. Something I was expecting, anyway.“Ana,” my father said, placing his cutlery down with a practiced grace. “Now that you're of age, we can no longer
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