Third Person’s POV
The tapping of her ring against the plastic chair was loud enough that she’d quickly realized she was doing it again. Tapping. Not just her ring but her foot too was bouncing away, making it clear just how uncomfortable she was with this entire situation.
“Talia.”
Glancing toward the young girl she’d met in passing, the one garnished with an ethereal gold eye and a rare purple iris—Talia stopped tapping, forcing an apologetic smile. She felt the need to explain to this concerned young woman why she, herself was feeling so distressed. “I’m just worried about him,” fell right out of her mouth and she watched the girl shift the child in her arms, her gaze seeming to read into her every anxious twitch.
She was half-human, Luca had said. When Talia had asked what t
