The table sucked in a collective breath. Even I winced.
Seraphina blinked; her fork dropped dramatically. Kiyan stopped chewing.
Valora went still — eerily still.
Her grip on my shoulder turned to iron, her nails digging in. Her lips parted, and I could practically see the venom pooling on her tongue, ready to strike.
But I wasn’t watching Valora. I was watching Kitty. For the first time, I really looked at her. Her eyes—those hazel-green eyes, flecked with gold—were locked on Valora, burning with a defiance that felt… familiar. Too familiar.
They were the same eyes I had seen last night, staring at me through the shadows, promising death. My pulse kicked up, a low thrum in my chest. Was it possible? No. She was wolfless. Weak. A nobody.
She couldn’t be the assassin who had come fo
