Lena just smiled and finished her drink with one smooth sip.
Felicity’s gaze flicked back to the man in navy and silver—the one who had held Lena like he already knew the shape of her body.
“But seriously—he was handsome. And tall. And that jawline?” She let out a low whistle. “You could sharpen blades on it.”
Lena chuckled softly.
Felicity leaned on the bar beside her, voice warm. “He seemed... interested.”
Lena gave a small shrug. “Not sure what pack he’s from.”
Felicity raised a brow. “Does it matter?”
“No,” Lena admitted, her voice quiet and clear. “It doesn’t.”
She knew she wasn't going to stay in this world any longer than she had to.
Then the music shifted again—faster now, brighter, with a rhythm made for spinning skirts and breathless laughter.
Elize called Felicity from
