“Hello,” I tried again, smiling so hard in case she had missed it, but her eyes narrowed into slits, her breath coming out like the puff of a dragon threatening to breathe out fire. However, I would not be deterred, so I pressed on. “I am Raya, Micah’s mate, and I believe you are his sister.”
She eyed me from head to toe, her lips slightly upturned in disgust, until finally her gaze settled on the hand I had stretched out for a handshake. If a gaze could burn, my hands would have been on a skewer for barbecue.
“What are you still doing here?” She asked, her voice tight with venom, and I tilted my head to the side, startled. My eyebrow pulled together, ridges forming on my forehead, and I blinked slowly.
This wasn’t how I had pictured our first meeting would go.
I had imagined we would
