The Beta's Blind Date
I ask, circling the table to examine her face.
Her palms press into the pages of the book, a crystal pinned between her right hand and the paper. Her eyes are shut, her lips parted mid-spell, and the dark cloud we removed from Dominic coalesces into a spiraling storm above her head.
“No,” Taryn says. “I’ve seen her shift.”
“She must be a hybrid,” Maya says, her voice breathless, her hand trembling as she rubs her chest. “Like me.”
“But why would she want to have control over her own son?” I ask.