“Don’t drink that,” Giselle yelled, her limbs moving at an incredible speed, tapping into beast mode. Her wolf surged forward, claws scraping against the inside of her skin, lending her speed no human should possess. “It’s poisoned.”
The porcelain cup was inches from Enrique’s lips. She slammed into him. The cup flew from his hand, shattering against the marble floor in an explosion of ceramic and dark liquid. Coffee splashed everywhere—across the polished tiles, across Enrique’s trousers, and across Celeste’s cream-colored heels.
Celeste shrieked, the sound echoing through the foyer at an extremely high octave.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” she snapped, springing to her feet. Her heel squeaked against the wet floor as she stepped back, staring at the brown stain creeping across th
