Nia’s Pov
I sighed. “Well, thank you for the heads up.”
“Honestly,” Celene continued, tucking her notebook under her arm, “she’s really good at what she does, and that’s what makes her dangerous. If I were to give you any advice, it would be to play along. Smile, agree, pretend you don’t notice her digs. Makes life easier.”
“Thanks, Celene,” I said, meaning it, even though a part of me bristled at the thought. I’d worked with women like Clara before, the kind who smiled to your face and sabotaged you the moment you turned around. Back then, I hadn’t even known people like her shared the same bloodline with wolves. But now that I did, it didn’t make a difference. Power-hungry personalities looked the same, human or not.
Playing along had always been the safe option, the easy way to avoi
