The Lycan King's Divine Goddess
Sky hesitated for a moment, but then summoned the courage to speak.
"I wanted to go out tomorrow, to visit the city," he said, his voice hopeful.
Sky and Abby both loved going on outings, I thought to myself. They always seemed to get so much joy out of it. Reagan looked at his son, clearly contemplating how to respond.
I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was going to say no. I pressed my lips together, waiting to hear his answer.
"No, you’re still not feeling well. Maybe some other time," he declined, shaking his head. I saw Sky’s face fall in disappointment, and my heart ached for him. This is exactly what I was afraid of.
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