Victor's POVHer gaze turned glacial.“Actually,” she said, her voice sharp as ice cracking underfoot, “yes, even worse than that.”The warmth she’d shown Emma was gone completely. In its place was something cold, distant… almost disgusted.My wolf shifted uneasily, and my chest tightened with hurt.Because I remembered, whether I wanted to or not, the way she used to look at me. Back when her eyes held brightness, almost like starlight, and there was always that faint, unguarded smile at the corner of her lips.Now? There was nothing, not even a trace.I forced my expression back to neutral, locking everything down where it belonged.“Mrs. Hale,” I said evenly, “she’s Oliver Hale’s mate?”Her frown deepened instantly, but she said nothing, so I kept going.“What’s your relationship with her?”A slow breath left her, controlled. “I studied under Mr. Oliver Hale. And Mr. Cantrell.”My wolf sharpened its focus.“And porcelain restoration?” I asked. “Oliver taught you that too?”She shot
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