The Lycan King's Defiant Surrogate
“She’s like that. I think it’s her face. Some people have resting-bitch face. Harper has resting smug-superiority face.”
Leah laughs at first, then stops herself, eyes wide like she’s startled by her own reaction. Then she glances at Gwen. “And you are?”
“The head consort of the harem,” Gwen says. “We have something in common, you and I.”
Leah rears back slightly. “I highly doubt that.”
Gwen doesn’t take offense. Instead, she just grins. “We both hate Harper.”
Leah’s demeanor shifts then, and she leans back in. “Oh. Oh, I can tell that I’m going to like you.”