Mishka sat on the worn but comfortable couch in the Gillian's family farmhouse living room, a steaming mug of hot chocolate warming her hands. The familiar scent of freshly baked bread wafted from the kitchen, where Gillian's mother was preparing a late-night snack for the unexpected guest. The warmth and comfort of the farmhouse felt like a stark contrast to the chaotic world Mishka had left behind.
Gillian plopped down next to Mishka, her eyes shining with excitement. "Okay, spill! How was the tour with Bruce? I want to hear everything!"
Mishka felt a knot form in her stomach, tighter than any she'd felt during her performances. She looked at her best friend's eager face and felt a pang of guilt. Gillian had been open about her crush on Bruce, plastering her walls with his fashion magazine covers and following his career religiously. How could Mishka tell her the truth about her relationship with Bruce, who was not only a relative of Gillian's but also a werewolf?