Mara
“I envy you, Mara,” Tiffany said, her voice quiet but steady. “You’ve got Lucian. Your parents love you. Even Alpha Vander likes you—he just hides it behind that stone face. And Martha? She envies you more than anyone. You won’t need me.”
She paused, glancing toward the window as if watching a future she’d already walked away from.
“Lucian made the smartest move by getting you both out of the house. You don’t have to deal with Martha in the mornings or Lacy and her fake smiles. That one’s a certified b***h, and the way she plays innocent around Alpha Vander and Lucian? Honestly, it’s mind-boggling.”
I blinked at her. “Lacy? Really?”
Tiffany nodded, her mouth twisting. “She has her claws out for your husband, Mara. Keep your eyes open.”
I couldn’t help it—I smirked. “I know. ‘Alp
