I found myself sliding away from them, recoiling into the corner. I couldn't help it. The weight of that truth was too hard to process in that moment. Those medieval dark stories of werewolves barged inside my head and panic surged in me. I was a tangle of shock and fear.
"Don't listen to her, Kalista," Lamia said with a tense smile. "She's obviously delusional."
"Downright delusional," Vincent emphasized, glowering at Chloe. His honey colored eyes looking like two blistering suns.
"Am I?" Chloe turned around and reached for the deer horn that served as a centerpiece for the coffee table. She held it up, running her fingers over the curves and sharp tips. "Hmm, I don't know. Maybe my mind is playing against me," she said, walking up to the wall, her eyes never leaving the horn in her ha
