Chapter 66

Quinn

The seven Lycan women followed me into the mansion, running behind me on their tip-toes, unconcerned with their nudity now that the men's eyes weren't on them.

They smelled revolting. A mixture of wet dog, sweat, and general bad hygiene, but I couldn’t fault them for that – I wasn’t exactly a walking cherry blossom.

It was strange, but I already forgot how bad people could smell after only a few days.

They all looked to be about my age, but because they were immortal, it was impossible to tell how old they truly were. “Where should we take them?” I asked Missus Lowry. “My room?”

The housekeeper's already sour face pulled into a disapproving frown. “No, Madam. That is…a bad idea.”

I looked over my shoulder at the terrified girls. “Just so they can wash and dress,” I said. “They’re scared of their men.”

“Their fathers will protect them,” Missus Lowry replied.

Behind me, one of the girls snorted loudly. “Oh please. Our fathers will sell us to a filthy human if he paid them e