Christina's POV
Violet's face twitched as she made another desperate grab for the phone, but the damage was done.
The girl with the phone zoomed in obediently, her eyes widening. "There's a C," she blurted out. "Tiny, but it's definitely there!"
A ripple of tension swept through the crowd in attendance.
"That's the designer's signature, right? The C?" someone whispered, audible to every werewolf's enhanced hearing.
"It says C. Moon Goddess, it really is Christina's design!"
Violet's face transformed from ghost-pale to crimson in seconds. She snatched her phone back and jabbed the power button like she was trying to destroy it.
Too late. The whispers were already evolving into open laughter,the kind with teeth.
"If you're going to steal," I said sweetly, "at least
