Lyra glanced toward the door where the girl had disappeared, still reeling from the encounter. Her eyes dropped to her hands—fidgeting now in a habit she hadn’t broken. There had been something in Livia’s voice, in that subtle edge under her smile, that made Lyra’s instincts bristle.
“…Who is she?” Lyra finally asked Maelin, her voice soft, unsure.
Maelin folded the last towel and placed it gently on the stack. “Livia. She’s…a close one. Her parents were friends of Alpha Maverick. They died in a rogue attack when she was really young. So she’s grown up here, mostly.”
“Oh.” Lyra’s brows pulled together slightly.
“Alpha Maverick treats her like one of his own kids,” Maelin continued gently, glancing over at Lyra. “She’s been around the twins since they were kids. They’re very close to ea
