The Faye Moore Magnus had come to know—the woman Faith Harper had wanted Magnus to see—was no longer there.
As she squared her shoulders, pushing off the desk and taking a step closer to them, Magnus could see the way Faith Harper had also changed the way she held herself to invent Faye Moore. She looked surer of herself, unafraid of anything. Her gaze looked sharper, zero traces of softness and lightheartedness on her face.
The woman standing in front of them was utterly unafraid of the three werewolves surrounding her.
She looked the same, yet she seemed like a completely different woman.
This was the woman Magnus had caught glimpses of—like the time Faith Harper had pointed a gun at him, or when she had stared down an alpha shifted in his werewolf form at the fighting pit.
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