She's on the brink of a war, Heidi knows that much. However, this time, she has allies. Dangerous, gorgeous, chaos-breathing allies.
And maybe… that's exactly what she needs.
The air in Castell's manor smells of roses and arrogance. Heidi steps inside and immediately regrets breathing. Her stomach knots. The faint hum of running fountains outside fades behind her as the thick, perfumed air of the manor swallows her whole. Lavender. Vanilla. Something poisonous beneath. Mrs. Castell's scent.
Heidi's wolf stirs in disgust. "We should've gone with the twins. I'd rather wrestle Morgan's ego than breathe this woman's perfume."
Heidi presses her lips together. Behave, she tells herself. Smile if you must. Bite later.
The moment she turns toward the grand parlor, she nearly freezes.
