Silver Creek Not a woman's job

of course, addison responds, still looking ahead rather than at cyclone. we all must do our part. if she had been able to read cyclone's mind, she would have struck the girl dead for even entertaining the idea that aaron odolf's daughter is the inferior of the two. alas, telepathy between the two is only a tale suited for storybooks, and so they carry on in blissful ignorance, each stewing in their own petty thoughts.

finally, she glances over at cyclone, staring her down while they walk. you seem to be getting close to grayson, she remarks, her voice gently lilting but otherwise emotionless. there is no follow-up; she will let the blackthorn answer for herself. the response will paint a clearer picture of cyclone's desires and dreams, and addison will use the information accordingly.

her brothers will have fine litters with the best of women. not this loose fae, whose eyes wandered more than harrison's paws.