Page 39 of Lycan Prey
“Well, figure that out when the situation arises,” he tells me, standing. He offers me his hand. “Come on.”
“What, right now?” I ask him.
He raises an eyebrow at me. “Yes, now. I’m not leaving you here when you have everything you need at the castle,” he tells me.
“But I need to at least clean this place up,” I tell him, peering around.
“I’ll send someone to do it.”
The idea of living in the castle, in a world so different from my own, is daunting. Yet, peering around at the remnants of my brief life with Granny, I realize I have little left to hold on to here.
With a deep breath, I nod. Soren smiles, a look of relief crossing his features. “Well, come on. We can make the arrangements, but for now, let me get you home.”
I take his hand, letting him pull me to my feet. As we walk out of the cluttered house, I realize life as I know it is about to change drastically. It’s exhilarating and terrifying all at once.
We step outside into the bright sunlight, and for a moment, I feel blinded by it. Soren leads me to a sleek, black car parked on the street and leads me to the passenger seat, holding the door open for me like a gentleman.
I sink into the leather seat, feeling out of place in such luxurious surroundings after spending days cooped up in the house. Soren slips into the driver’s seat and starts the car. The hum of the engine is smooth as he pulls away from the curb.
“Max will be excited to see you. He’s been asking for you,” King Soren says.
The car eventually pulls up to the large gate, guarded by men in black suits and earpieces. They nod respectfully at Soren as he drives through while Damian rushes out and tosses his hands up in the air in frustration, clearly not pleased about the King escaping his guard.
“I think I’m in trouble,” he snorts, rolling down his window to stop next to Damian.
“And you wonder where your son gets Houdini stunts from,” Damian growls at him before his eyes land on me in the passenger seat. “I should have known,” he mutters under his breath.
“Issue, Damian?” King Soren asks.
Damian huffs. “You know damn well what is wrong. You just up and left while I was loading Max in the car. Stole a car and left.”
“Stole my car, so is it really stealing?”
Damian growls annoyed. “You get killed, who runs the kingdom, the packs?” Damian retorts.
King Soren sighs heavily.
“I should place a chip in you. I’m about five seconds away from putting one in that nephew of mine, both a pain in my ass, I quit.” Damian rages.
“Finally, don’t forget to tell mother you’ve decided to go rogue, she loves some good gossip.” King Soren tells him and Damian glares at him.
“Don’t you dare!” he snarls.
“Well, Mother did go away on vacation. She told me she met a lovely girl, I hear wedding bells,” the King teases.
I love watching their little siblings spat. They are less intimidating.
“I want a raise, and microchips for you and the brat. Now get inside,” Damian snaps at him, turning away and talking into his earpiece.
The King keeps driving, “I think he just sent me to my room for being naughty.” King Soren laughs and I snicker.
“Sounds like it.”
“Maybe I need a nanny, too.” he chuckles darkly.
“Your son is a handful enough, though I hear Blair would fit the position.” I chuckle. He pulls a face.
“I think I’d rather take my chances with my brother. Max is right, she is old and quite strict.”
