"Anna Maria?" Manon carefully said.
Anna flinched, surprised that someone knew her name. That was what Manon was thinking. She deliberately mentioned her name to see if she was really enchanted or just faking it to survive.
Of course, Manon knew that every sane human would try to keep themselves safe, and by that, means they had to act as if they were like everyone else. To blend. They had to act as if enchanted out of their wits.
Manon watched Anna Maria, The Lycan's human mate. She was trying to move her hands robotically like everyone else, but Manon knew better. She had watched a dozen of Shadow fae servants, and everyone of them had this precise movements, carefully clear-cut gaits and the locked gazes, unblinking stares.
Anna Maria had never done any of that.
