WICKED PROVIDENCE
He stared at her, his eyes fixed on her wet lashes.
“I’m at a Council meeting near the border,” Hudson said, his voice steady, his eyes never leaving Avery’s. “I’ll be back late.”
Avery froze. He was lying. To Madison. For her?
The door clicked shut behind him a moment later.
“Will you be hunting for yourself tonight, Luna?”
Preston Hale, the butler, stood at the base of the stairs as Avery descended. He held out a glass of spring water, his eyes Kind.
Avery usually let the Omegas cook, or she didn't eat at all. But today, the lie Hudson told Madison had lit a small, dangerous coal of hope in her belly.
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