An eerie silence filled the kitchen. It wasn’t like the calm before the storm. This one felt like the stillness in the middle of a tornado. Andrea gaped at the woman and shook her head. That wasn’t possible.
Shia’s lip curled, exposing sharp fangs. “I know the truth you have been hiding,” the woman said.
Suddenly, Andrea realized she had six pairs of eyes on her. She looked from one to the other, silently hoping there was someone who didn’t believe the lie. Then she looked at the only person whose opinion mattered.
But Ulric didn’t turn and look at her. He kept his eyes on his sister. His muscles rippled as though he was about to shift, but he kept very still.
“What are you talking about?” Ulric gritted out after a long beat.
Shia shifted her gaze to him. Then, with a flourish,
