Nia’s Pov
The temperature in the room seemed to drop. Clara’s smile faltered for half a second before she composed herself again, letting out a small gasp of fake surprise.
“Oh my,” she said softly, clutching a hand to her chest. “I didn’t mean to upset you. I was just trying to put it in a nice way.”
I let out a sharp laugh, cold, humourless. “I don’t think there’s a nice way to put that,” I said flatly. “I’m human, and you’re a werewolf. That’s that. You don’t need to dress it up like you’re doing me a favour by being polite.”
Clara blinked, then nodded slowly, lips curving into that same graceful, infuriating smile. “I’m really sorry if I upset you,” she said, her tone dipped in a calmness that only made my skin prickle.
But I could see it, the satisfaction in her eyes. She wasn’t
