Winter's POV
"So..." Kat settled into her chair with the boneless grace of someone who'd spent the day physically exhausted and mentally satisfied, "...your little run-in was Kael's chosen Mate. Isabella." She pulled a stylus from her desk drawer, rolling it between her fingers with practiced thoughtlessness. "She is kind of—"
"A b***h?"
Kat paused, looked up, and the laugh that escaped her was genuine and sharp. "I was going to say annoying, Winter, but you decided nail on the head." She dropped the stylus, leaned back, and the smile that curved her lips held little warmth. "Yes. A bitch."
Winter had moved to the window while Kat spoke, drawn by the spill of afternoon light across stone. She stood now looking out at the city, spread below like a model built of careful planning and del
