Noah.
I couldn't shake the uneasy feeling twisting inside my stomach.
The more I thought about it, the stranger everything seemed.
The Lycan Prince had personally invited us to have dinner with him.
Why?
What exactly was he trying to accomplish?
Nothing about this situation made sense.
The thought continued to nag at me as I watched the quadruplets get ready around the room.
They all looked surprisingly calm, as though there was absolutely nothing suspicious about the invitation.
Meanwhile, my instincts were screaming that something wasn't right.
I folded my arms across my chest and frowned.
"Don't you all find it strange?" I asked suddenly.
The room fell silent for a brief moment.
Damien glanced at me while adjusting his jacket. "Relax, Noah," he said confidently, his tone carrying the kind of certainty that only made me more frustrated. "The Lycan Prince would certainly not poison us."
I opened my mouth to argue, but he continued before I could speak.
