The dim lights cast an eerie glow over Vixen's face as she glared daggers at the clump of silver hair clutched in her fist. Her knuckles turned white from how tightly she gripped that damning evidence - Feliz Lombardi's hair. Rage simmered in her veins like molten lava, ready to erupt at any moment.
She slammed back the last dregs of her espresso, the bitter liquid burning her throat. Vixen stalked over to where Gabriela lay sleeping and gave her friend's bare shoulder a firm shake. "Svegliati, amica. I need your help with something."
Gabriela arched one perfectly sculpted brow as she stretched languidly, the sheets pooling around her toned figure. "Enlighten me, bella."
A feral grin curved Vixen's lips. "We need to get a DNA sample to run a paternity test on that lying serpente, Mara." She held up the silver hair for emphasis.
