The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

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203. CHANGING THE RULES

SIGRID

As I was buttoning up my pants, Silas returned, and I was grateful

he gave me my space.

“Everything alright out there? No trouble?” I asked, sitting at the

table.

“No, my lady. Most of the guests have already left or are still

asleep,” he replied, about to empty the water from the tub.

“Leave that for the innkeeper. Come eat; I was planning to stay

longer, but I can’t. We need to head back today,” I said, not

bothering to explain.

Iwas frustrated; I’d wasted money on something I wasn’t

interested in and couldn’t even see my great-uncle.

But I couldn’t stick around with this unusual situation in Electra’s

body.

“What are you waiting for?” I was spreading jelly on a slice of

bread when I turned my head and saw him standing beside me.

“... Pm waiting for you to finish so I can eat the leftovers,” he

answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world. But his

eyes kept darting toward the food, and I could see the ravenous

hunger in them.

Iwanted to huff in annoyance.

Honestly, following all these inhuman rules was exhausting.

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“You can eat. You don’t need to wait for me to finish to pick at

leftovers. Come on, take whatever you want, there’s enough for

both of us,” I pointed at the bread with the tip of the knife, taking

abite from my slice.

Slowly, ahand with rough fingers covered in smalll scars reached

out for the bread and took a torn piece.

I thought he’d sit down and start eating —men are like bottomless

pits, and he clearly needed food.

His clothes hung loosely on him; still, he stood there like a statue,

just chewing in silence.

“What now? You’re making me nervous. Sit down already, come

on, I don’t have time to waste.”

“at the same table as your ladyship?” he asked, looking at me like

T’d grown two heads.

Right, that other rule—slaves don’t sit at the same table as their

masters.

“Yes, Silas, at the same table. Forget who we are for a second,

alright? There’s no one else here, and I’m in a hurry. If you pass.

out from hunger while riding, 1’ll leave you behind!”

I spoke sharply, trying to regain some of that bad-ass facade that

was slipping more and more each day.

In the end, he dragged the chair and sat down.

At first, he kept reaching for food while watching my reaction,

going so slow that I ended up serving him a plate stacked with

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slices and pouring him a glass of milk.

Insilence, the only sounds were our chewing and the low growls of

his stomach devouring the food.

Despite the quiet, it wasn’t uncomfortable

Silas was a person full of darkness and hatred—I could feel it. But

I’ve always been drawn to the macabre, the strange, the shadows

everyone else rejects. They fascinate me.

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We gathered our things from the room and headed down to the

reception to pay for the night.

“Cover yourself well, despite the camouflage spell I cast on you,” I

warned, making sure his features were hidden under the cloak.

The place was full of guests coming and going, all kinds of

supernatural creatures.

Electra was a well-known figure, so when I saw a group of witches

coming down from the second floor, I grabbed Silas by the arm

and practically dragged us out to the stables where the horse was

waiting.

“Come on, Silas, get on,” I extended my hand, and this time, he

took it with more confidence.

He went straight for my waist, and holding the reins, I spurred the

black stallion into a gallop out of the stables toward the road.

‘The city hadn’t fully woken yet; the streets were less crowded, so

we made it through the gates quickly.