AMARIS
She looked like a fiery goddess.
That was the first thing that crossed my mind when Alpha Corvin walked in with her on his arm. He didn't have to introduce her. The collective gasp that moved through the room and the way both twins came up out of their chairs like the floor had caught fire told me everything I needed to know.
Freya.
Red hair like a struck match, a face that did not look like it belonged among regular people, the kind of beauty that made you want to either worship it or set it on fire just to even the odds between you. I sat at the front of the room in my floral dress and my pointless little veil and looked at her and thought, well. Of course. Of course she looks like that.
I had pictured her a hundred times since Rowan told me she was alive, and somehow every single version I'd imagined had still undersold her. She was divine, magnificent and carried herself with so much grace.
