The lycan king-my mother usually called him Mr Brekan whenever we were alone-grasped Claire by the arm gently, and pulled her to himself in a way that a father would pull his daughter to himself, making me green with envy.
What do they see in this manipulatve brat?
"Talk, my child. Tell me what you saw." Mr Brekan said, his entire attention on Claire.
Claire nodded timidly, opened her mouth and shut it, creating tension in the hall.
Everywhere and everyone was silent. I couldn't even hear the sounds of crickets. It was like everyone had kept quiet just to hear what the girl had to say.
I was curious too about the lie she was about to spurn and vomit out. I watched her divert her gaze to Adam who still looked at her blankly, probably not understanding why she was acting this way, but I did.
