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SKYLA. I hear Royce stifle a chuckle, letting out a small cough instead as he tries to hide his smile, and is it just me or does he look drop-dead gorgeous when he’s trying to keep up that broody front. He’s gorgeous, but when he gives you that rare breath-taking smile, damn, it does something to me. When I had told him this story originally, I had seen it and I don’t think I will get that image out of my mind… “That s**t did not happen around you.” Dad growls. Oops, did I ruffle some Lycan fur? “It obviously did happen, and I heard it. You traumatised me as a child!” I declare defiantly, trying not to snicker at Dad’s expense. His frown only deepens. “That f*****g s**t didn’t happen. You were the only one who was f*****g traumatising others.” I cross my arms and raise an eyebrow. “N