Layla's POV
I took a sip of my drink and set my cup down, wrapping my arms around myself because I needed something solid to hold while I pulled this out of me.
"It was Luna Noire," I said. "It was Genevieve Noire."
His jaw shifted once, but he didn't move. He knew the name. Everyone in the city knew it.
"She was obsessed with you," I said. "Not in passing. Not with some childish crush. Obsession. She watched you for years. She studied the way you walked into rooms, the way you stood when other men spoke, the way your wolf carried his presence. She believed you should have been hers. She decided I was the reason you weren't."
His eyes narrowed slightly, but he kept his silence.
"She didn't act alone," I said. "Her brother, Adrian Noire, stood beside her. He was smoother
