Chapter 82 The Pretender

• Millicent
• I tightened my posture, pushing my shoulders back and lifting my chin. I forced my face into the brightest, most professional smile I could manage, the one I'd perfected during years of customer service. The one that said 'I'm helpful and harmless and definitely not panicking inside.'
• Then I stepped forward, my heels clicking on the floor with false confidence, and extended my hand like this was a normal introduction. Like the universe hadn't just shifted on its axis. Like my wolf wasn't clawing at my insides, demanding I acknowledge our mate.