a P

ing a breath of relief. It was on

ago, I, who knew nothing about aristocratic attire, have always worn gaudy clothes and applied terrible heavy mak

y was di

ridiculous, complicated updos. I could see him registering my delicate features, my p

forehead. Because my foundation was so light today, it cou

e shock widened his eyes, quickly followed by a stark, unconcealed contempt

ingle flaw rui

an said, quickly recovering his composure. "She's refusi

ng an eyebrow at him. "Davian, you

econd. "I just happened to hear about it. Besides, she is your sister. Yo

. "Why is it that I, her sister living in the exact same house, didn't k

e white fabric of my dress, letting my deep eyes

g deep displeasure. "Are you doubting me? Even if

anipulative tactics as my past life. But on the outside, I shra

smiled again. "Lord Alistair has always doted on you.

y, my gaze shifting to the antique silv

it. "You won that at the aucti

ntricate casing was an ancient Lycan rune-a forgotten r

nt by accident months later. It was absorbing the power of that very rune that allowed his wolf to

e jewelry, a flash of disg

He probably thought I just wanted to wear his expensive auction pri

cket. How about that?" he offered, his tone dripping with c

in the depths of my eyes. T

locket right out of his hand

er right now, and thi