Chapter 27

She observed me for a moment and put down the glass she was holding.

"Do I know you?" I asked, fear in my voice.

She smiled. "A lot of people know me." She struck a pose, and I stared at her again. Her slim but tall figure, her green eyes, her dark hair. I'd seen her before.

It took me a second, but then it hit me. This girl was Gemma something—the supermodel. The current CEO of the biggest house of fashion on the continent. What the fuck was she doing here? And where exactly was here?

"You look a little lost, so let me explain. This is my house. Harlan brought you here." She stepped closer in a cautious manner like she was trying not to startle a deer.

Harlan had brought me here? So he knew where I was.

"Where is he?" I blurted, and she smiled knowingly. Why was she smiling like that?

"He went out to deal with one of your attackers." Her face turned serious. "One of them got away, but if someone can find him, it's our beta."

Beta? Did she know? Was she a werewolf? How did Harlan end up meeting someone like her? Well, his family did have a lot of money, so maybe that's how they met.

A breeze flowed through the house, carrying Gemma's scent. It was familiar as well—citric and sweet. Like the scent Harlan had brought with him to my house that night. Was he sleeping with her? Were they dating?

"Do you want some toast?" she said with a warm smile as she walked over to the kitchen and slathered some strawberry jam on a piece of bread.

I couldn't help but cringe at the sight, looking away instantly. Just then, I noticed my clothes were still filled with blood.

"Oh yeah, I have some spare clothes if you'd like them. We thought you might be more comfortable changing yourself." She bit down on her toast, the crunch reminding me too much of how it felt to bite someone's throat off.

"Are you okay, Maya?"

"I..." I didn't know how to answer that. I didn't know if I would ever be okay again.

She sighed. "I was never good at giving advice like Selene, but hey, for what it's worth, I would have done the same thing." She smiled. I flinched at her mention of Selene, but only because I wasn't expecting that.

"It's always better to hurt others than to allow yourself to get hurt. Remember that." Her advice was sincere, but she was speaking too casually, as if murdering someone was something she did every day. Was she a werewolf too? I had to ask.

"Are you..." I didn't really know how to say that out loud.

"A werewolf? A virgin? A Libra?" she asked with a smirk. "What are you asking?"

She knew exactly what I meant, but for some reason, she wanted me to say it. I just stared at her awkwardly until she took pity on me.

"Yes, no, yes, respectively," she said with a wink.

"I see," I answered.

"I'm honestly quite surprised and low-key offended Harlan didn't mention I was his—"

Suddenly her phone started to ring, and I almost cursed because I really wanted to know what she was. His girlfriend? Friend? Estranged lover? God, it was killing me.

"Sorry, dear. From work. Yes, Gemma speaking."

She spoke on the phone for a while. Then she hung up and sighed.

"There's an emergency at work. The clothes I picked out for you are hanging in the closet of the room you were in. Feel free to explore the house and make yourself comfortable." She smiled brightly.

"Do try to eat something. You look dead," was all she said before she changed and left.

I was once again left alone with my thoughts.