HANNAH
Was I dreaming? I asked myself. But the sound of the woman in front of me taking delicate little sips of her coffee told me that this was all too real.
In the silence now broken by the rattle of the spoon against the cup as she stirred her coffee, I could hear my feet nervously tapping the floor. If I could hear it then she could. I forced myself to stop and then I started twisting my fingers in my lap.
Get a grip, Hannah, I told myself.
If the Lycan Queen noticed how nervous I was, she didn't show it. She was completely calm. Looking at that smooth, perfectly made-up face, it was hard to tell what she was thinking or feeling.
The silence between us stretched to an uncomfortable extent. I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but I was scared I would say something that wo
