Chapter 91

Troy

I glanced at Quinn as we walked through the mansion to the front parlour. She was a little nervous but nothing out of the ordinary. She was very curious though, almost to an unnerving degree. She wanted to see the big, bad Lycan king everyone feared so much. “You haven’t asked about your dad,” I said just to break the silence between us.

She lifted and dropped her right shoulder. “Is he still undead?”

I snorted laughter. “Yes.”

“Then I don’t care, really.” She was quiet for a while. The gears in her brain was turning so hard that I could almost see the smoke drifting out of her ears. “I mourned his death. I mourned it the day he dropped me off at the train station. I knew then that my father was dead to me. I just never accepted it.”

“Why are you accepting it now?”

“Because…you forced me to slow down and think about it. The way my father handled it…instead of sending my mother away and keeping me safe, he send me away and protected my mother.”

“They were mates.”

“They were practi