f**k.
Landry’s older sister?
The already impossibly large room narrows around us for a second as she issues me the warmest smile I have seen in a long time.
I take her hand, and the moment I do, something in her expression shifts.
Not much.
Just enough that a Lycan would notice.
Her eyes widen slightly, then sharpen with quiet interest, her smile lessening just a little. Before releasing me, her gaze flicks around me, almost as though she is assessing the very space I occupy.
She lets go and arches a brow.
You heard last year, Astraea says. She is Lycan and Fae all rolled into one. She has just read your emotions and half your aura from a single greeting.
"Well, you're a complex one," Ophelia says, tilting her head slightly.
I blink.
Complex isn't a word someone has ever used to
