The water shimmered softly as Harper prepared to shift into her other form, her eyebrows knitting together in concentration. She turned her head to peer into the depths of the tub, taking careful breaths.
Suddenly, a wave of irritation washed over her as she wondered who dared to invade her sanctuary—it certainly wasn't one of her brothers. As she broke the surface, her fingertips gripped the cool edge of the porcelain tub, her gaze locking onto a woman standing before her. The woman wore a black skirt paired with a crisp white blouse, topped off with a cozy cream sweater vest. Her long, flowing brown hair framed a delicate face, and her wide blue eyes reflected genuine surprise as they met Harper's.
Her eyes narrowed at the door to see the woman had pulled her shoes outside. Very thoughtful of her.
"What are you doing? I thought you were..." I trailed off, concern lacing my voice as I crouched down to meet her striking blue eyes.
