I was researching employment records in the pack library three days later when Giana appeared like a shadow between the towering shelves. The afternoon light streaming through the tall windows seemed to dim in her presence, and the temperature in the room dropped several degrees.
Gone was her usual sweet facade, the innocent smile and soft voice she used around Raymond. What stood before me now was something cold and calculating, a predator who had finally decided to drop her mask.
The transformation was startling in its completeness. Her posture had changed from the submissive, delicate stance she typically adopted to something more predatory. Her eyes, usually soft and doe-like when others were watching, now glittered with malice and intelligence that made my skin crawl.
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