Fiona’s POV
The air turned sour as I came face-to- face with the last person I wanted to see right then. Laila.
Her heels clicked against the stone floor, with her platinum hair bouncing with every step she took and her icy blue eyes burning with fury.
She looked every bit the Luna she believed herself to be—except I knew the poison beneath the image she was trying to sell to everyone was nothing fit to hold a position as sacred as that.
“You’ve got some nerve to show your ugly face here again,” she hissed, stopping just an inch away from me. “You know, for a second I thought you were gone for good and that the pack has finally been purged of your evil. So what are you doing here?”
I lifted my chin. “Giving your little flock of maids the truth,” I said coolly, nodding toward the wi
