Theon clicked back to the previous profile. He swiped forward again. The image was still the same. Vessara's face was on the screen.
She was not smiling. Her expression was neutral. Her lips were pressed together in a straight line. Her eyes looked slightly to the left of the camera. It was as if she had been forced to take the picture. Like someone had told her to sit down and look at the lens, and she had done it without enthusiasm.
Theon leaned deeper into his chair. The leather creaked under his weight. He scrolled down to read the rest of her details.
Vessara Stavros. Twenty-three years old. Silvermoon pack. Fourth-year Architecture student at Crescent University.
He kept scrolling.
First child of Alpha Leander Stavros. A younger sibling. Nineteen years old.
"What's with the experience?" Theon mumbled.
