Freya
As we settled at a small table, he ordered an assortment of food for us both, insisting I try everything.
His kindness was refreshing. Selene purred contentedly inside me, appreciating the genuine respect that had nothing to do with my status as Silvano's mate.
I couldn't help but notice how York looked at me – like he was puzzled by something. Perhaps he was comparing what he saw with the rumors that circulated among the younger pack members. Whatever version of me they'd been told about clearly didn't match the woman sharing street food with him tonight.
"You're really nothing like they say," he finally blurted out, then immediately looked mortified at his slip.
I smiled, taking a bite of the delicious grilled lamb skewer. "And what exactly do they say?"
York fi
