#Chapter 23: Take My Chances

Raven Hannah gave me a swift shove against my lower back, sending me stumbling forward onto the carpet. I tripped over my own ankles and fell to the floor in a trembling heap. “Who is this?” a male voice barked. My breath caught as I pushed a lock of hair out of my eyes and looked up at the man sitting in front of me. The Lycan King hadn’t come to that dinner we’d had—he had business to attend to, apparently—but I had seen enough pictures and artist renditions of the man on the news to have a pretty good idea as to his appearance. In person, though… he was nothing at all like the images. Maybe it was just the massive throne he sat on, elevated on a stone dais, that made him look as enormous as he did. He looked almost too broad to fit in the ornately-carved marble seat, his muscular shoulders a far cry from what I would have expected for a man his age. He had long, pin-straight white hair that fell around his shoulders. Rich brown eyes peered