The Pack's Emissary
Pastels would have suited her better, he decided, and her natural silver rather than the slightly yellowing blonde she had bleached into being.
“Are we off then?” Tiffany was well into her wines, slurring slightly.
“Yes mum,” Aislen smothered her grimace.
“Right, well, lovely to meet you all,” Tiffany stood up a little unsteadily in her heels and Talen reached out to catch her elbow. “Oh, aren’t you a sweety,” she simpered up at him. “And where did my daughter find you? These three,” she sent a look of disapproval around the Triquetra that made Heath wince – she hadn’t forgiven them for the past at all. “She dragged in five years ago.”