Faye's POV
Lady Liam's smile remained frozen in place, never reaching her eyes. "Word has spread about Lady Sally's sister," she said with false sweetness dripping from every syllable. "The unfortunate girl who never manifested her wolf abilities. Then came the shocking news of her marriage to the Northern Lord, followed by announcements of a public verification ceremony." Her head tilted with calculated sympathy. "Such developments would devastate poor Lady Sally."
Throughout our conversation, she had persistently referred to me as "Sally's sister," weaving my sister's name into nearly every exchange, as though my identity required constant qualification.
"I'm certain it would," I responded, maintaining perfect composure. "Sally has always been overly protective of my welfare. She particularly despised those who crossed boundaries." The word hung in the air, seemingly innocent yet deliberately sharp.
