Hailey’s POVThat night we gathered for dinner. I had spent the walk to the hall rehearsing how I would say it and none of the versions sounded right. “Get out of my pack.” Simple enough in my head. Damon sat down beside me without a word, close enough that his arm nearly brushed mine, close enough that I felt it every time he moved. I told myself it meant nothing.Kyle and Shirley came in after and took the seats across from us.Once everyone was seated, I lifted my hand to Holly, the maid serving tonight. She was close to my age, shy, and loyal, which under this roof counted for more than anything."Thank you all for coming," I said, with a smile I didn't feel. "Let's eat."Holly set the plates down with careful hands. Roast venison, the good wine, all of it laid out like a celebration instead of the standoff it was. Kyle lifted his glass. "Thank you for the generous invitation."I didn’t lift mine to meet his.For a while no one spoke. Kyle ate like he had all night, helping hims
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