LIORA'S POV
Victor Vance stood directly in front of me, and the air around us seemed to drop ten degrees. His scent, that cold, metallic smell of iron and old snow was so strong it made my own wolf want to pace inside my chest.
"Victor Vance," I repeated, my voice sounding steadier than I felt. I didn't reach out to shake his hand. I kept my hands folded in front of me, my fingers digging into my own palms. "I believe I’ve seen your name on the donor plaque. You’re quite the supporter of the arts and education."
Victor’s smile didn't reach his eyes. "A city without knowledge is just a collection of buildings, Miss Hale. I like to invest in things that last. Like this library. Or a solid reputation."
Renn and Kira stepped up behind me. I could feel his massive presence including the he
