Page 20 of The Dark Elf's Secret Twins

“How are things down at the club?”

“Same old story. You haven’t missed much.”

“Oh is that so?” I say, attempting to laugh. I quickly stop when Lykan’s deadpan expression remains unchanged. Sighing, I decide at that moment to try and explain everything.

“There’s so much I have to tell you,” I say, drawing myself up.

Lykan grunts, shifting uneasily in his seat.

“I can’t begin to imagine why you've come here, but I can only guess it was to see me, am I right?”

A minute of silence ensues as Lykan peers down into his tea.

“Lykan, I’m talking to you.”

“Yes,” he sighs. “I just wanted to check on how you were doing.”

“And nothing else?” I ask.

He shakes his head.

“Well, there’s something I need to tell you. This whole thing got so messed up, and I suppose I should take this opportunity to lay it all out for you. You see, there-”

“No,” snaps Lykan. “I don’t wish to hear any of it.”

“Why?” I ask.

“Simply put, it’s none of my business.”

No words come from my mouth but my mind runs rampant with thoughts of what we once had between us. I had always thought the seed had been planted for us to take things further, but now it just seems that he regrets ever touching me in the first place.

Why else could he be acting so cold? Could it also be that he’s repulsed by the sight of my pregnant body? The thought only stings me further, yet still I am determined to make conversation. I’m the only one who knows he’s the father of my children, and there may not come another time as opportune as this one to tell him what he deserves to know.

“Lykan,” I mutter, trying to find strength. “You must listen to me, it is urgent. I-”

“I ought to be going, it’s getting very late,” he says, suddenly pushing the chair back as he stands. “Where could Braythe and Nasthyn have gone off to? I need Braythe to leave with me.”

“Lykan, I-”

“I’ll go find him.”

He breaks into a march, leaving out through the door quicker than I can call his name again. Rising from my chair, I follow after him, eager not to let him go without hearing what I have to say first. I open the door to the sight of Lykan talking to a servant.

“If you could find where your master has gone and inform my companion that we must be leaving, that would be great.”

“Yes sir.”

The servant breaks away. Lykan turns away from me as I impatiently await for the servant to leave the area.

“Lykan!” I whisper. “Why are you being like this? Don’t ignore me.”

“I never should have come here,” he says, running a hand over the back of his head. “All I can say is I’m glad you are at least okay.”

Before I can think of a response, doors open from the second floor. There come a pair of footsteps as Nasthyn and Braythe make their way down the wide set of stairs. I’ve no hope of revealing the news to Lykan now.

“Thank you for your valued expertise,” says Nasthyn.

“No problem at all,” replies Braythe, shaking my owner’s hand. “Are we going now

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