Lucie Pov
I gasped, gripping the back of Jasper’s shirt as I peered around him at the vampire. “What? I can kiss her if I want to,” Jasper said. I frowned, confused. “It’s not like you know who she is, she’s just a werewolf. Father will get over it.” He said, c*****g his head to the side.
Oh, I get it. He didn’t know I was the daughter before either. Maybe this vampire thinks I’m a werewolf? It makes sense, being inside the pack walls and everything. The vampire seemed confused for a moment, looking at me from behind Jasper’s arm. “I know who she is, Jasper. I was given the description of the Daughter when I was sent to be your spy. Long fiery red hair, icy blue eyes. He didn’t give me a name, he said it changed every time, but that’s the daughter, Jasper. I know who she is. And
