Page 106 of Of Wolves And Deceit
He was as tall as Bjørn, which was saying something, his body was muscular and fit for an older man, but he still lookedveryhandsome, even with the silver strands sneaking through his short brown hair. It made me think he might be in his early fifties, not that I was an expert in aging.
When my gaze shifted to the famous Viscountess, I was stunned. She was nothing like I’d imagined. During the past few days, my mind had conjured the image of an old and harsh woman with long black hair and hard lines on her weathered face. Instead, a much younger woman, maybe in her forties like Isis, stood across from me.
Her hair was obsidian black, but that was about the only thing I’d gotten right because it was short in a sleek, angled cut that reached her neck. She had crystalline green eyes and softly tanned skin. She seemed perfectly fit, and though she wasn’t too tall, her waist was tiny and her legs long.
A small smile curved her lips too, but it seemed forced to cover the nerves gripping her body, and it struck me as odd that she, too, was nervous about meeting me. The sight made me a bit more at ease since it made her seem more human.
She squeezed the hand he held, and they briefly turned to look at each other, her other palm landing on his chest when he briefly lowered his forehead to hers, giving her comfort.
The sight of them like that immediately merged with an image I’d already seen. The portrait in D’s office. Except, the couple across from me was no longer filled with sorrow, only happiness.
They both remained quiet while I observed them, sensing I needed a moment to take it all in.
“I’m sorry, Natasha is nervous too,” Isis explained to them. “Unfortunately, because of everything that has happened, I still haven’t been able to tell her the truth.”
The couple tensed a bit with the news, but the handsome man smiled at me, offering us a gentle nod. “That’s okay, we’ll have nothing but time now to get to know each other.”
“On that note.” Isis held my elbow, guiding me a few steps closer to them.
“Natasha, I want you to meet Dresden Von Reinheit,Supreme Alphaof theNorth AmericanReinheitWölfe Pack, and his wife Anastasia Rosu,Viscountessof theNorth American Vampiri Clan…”
Taking a deep breath, Isis glanced at me, her eyes glistening.
“… Your parents.”
The sound of the teacup shattering into a thousand pieces echoed in the air as my heart stopped beating.
To be Continued…
