Skye’s POV
Eva led me to the guest room where her things were. The moment we stepped inside, I knew she wasn’t just any guest—she was someone important. The room was spacious, elegantly decorated, and definitely reserved for those who belonged to the upper ranks. Only someone from an elite, filthy rich pack would be offered this kind of luxury without question.
She flopped onto the bed with a content sigh and gave me a bright, infectious smile. “I’m leaving tomorrow,” she said, twirling a strand of her caramel hair. “But I’m really going to miss you, Skye. I feel like I’ve already gotten attached to you.”
I blinked at her, a little taken aback. Attached? To me?
No one in this town had ever said something like that. Not without an ulterior motive. Most people only ever saw me as the ome
