Chapter 43: Tangled in Pretenses
(Vivian's POV)
"If you had any common sense, you should know that the Blackwood Pack doesn't have a fixed grooming den. It's just that the style of The Crimson Claw suits my taste, so the Blackwood Pack has a long-term cooperation with them," I retorted sarcastically, my emerald eyes narrowing at Seraphina.
The surrounding stylists abruptly paused their work, their attention caught by the tension between us. Some pretended to be organizing tools while clearly eavesdropping.
Seraphina's face flushed red with humiliation. Her blue eyes hardened as she opened her mouth to fire back a retort.
Before she could speak, the bell above the door chimed. Hadrian rushed in, his usually confident stride faltering when he spotted us both.
His expression immed
