Sandy's POV
Something felt oddly comforting about talking with Paul, even though I knew his kindness couldn't be genuine. He had no real reason to like me or want my company, yet his presence somehow put me at ease.
"She's the butler's daughter. The same girl who guided you around earlier," he replied without missing a beat.
Fred immediately shot him a sharp, annoyed look. My curiosity sparked at the exchange.
I expected Fred to say something, but he remained silent and reached for the scrambled eggs instead. I let out a quiet breath and grabbed some pancakes.
At least we weren't just staring at the food anymore. Grey observed our interaction with interest before smiling and serving himself.
The Luna was the last to join in, though nobody seemed bothered by her hesitation.
Breakfast concluded with the same uncomfortable quiet, but thankfully, the hostile stares had stopped.
I started to rise when Grey addressed his sons. "Fred, Paul, take your sister on a tour of the Pack."
