Irina
I sat cross-legged in Al’s room, and it felt like I’d slipped into the twilight zone. I nursed a glass of wine, wishing it was stronger as she flitted about trying on clothes. Last night Quinn’s father had shared the story of our meeting, and the whole pack knelt before me. That had been surreal too. Quinn had openly declared his love for me, and I had frozen. Never in my life had I frozen, not even when facing some of the fiercest and most psychotic supernaturals—never.
Now I found myself getting ready for a night out. Why did I feel disconnected? Why did I still feel on edge? Why was my knife still strapped to my thigh? I guess old habits die hard. I hoped this feeling might lessen the more I got used to this new life.
At that moment, Avery burst into the room, her fiery red h
