“Well…” Sebastian said as they took in the doe-eyed visage of Princess Francesca. “That was easy.”
Penelope’s face was a mask of cool calculation, but behind the mask her mind was reeling. What was her cousin doing walking up to her pack house looking for all the world like she was just popping by for a visit? Was that what she was here for - just to have a chat.
Not only that, but was this her mate’s type…? Really? She worried for a moment that Toby might have a daddy kink that he’d yet to inform her about. While it was true that she and Francesca looked somewhat alike, having the same straight, silvery blonde hair and violet eyes, they were more different than they were alike.
Penelope was tall and lithe, with a graceful dancer’s bodyline and fine features. Francesca...well, she was c
