The Lycan Prince’s Puppy
Lian lifted her brow, waiting for her to explain.
“I think eyes are special,” Mom said, looking around the table. “They tell the truth, even in those who don’t speak much, and the crazy thing about them is that they rarely change.”
Lian cracked a small, rare smile. “It seems like you know everyone,” she said. “My name is Lian.”
“The general’s granddaughter?”
“My grandpa is…” Lian spoke softly. “Yes.”
Mom let out a warm, almost relieved laugh as she focused on the next person. Nate.