LILA CROSS
They called it charm. I called it survival. The difference between us was that I knew exactly what I was.
Ryker called me a bitch, not behind my back either, nah, that daring devil said it to my face and Rowan always refuted him for that.
But he wasn't wrong. I was a bitch and it was something I had made my peace with a long time ago.
They wouldn't know it if they look at me though, throw in a heel, a sundress, nude lipstick and a pink hair clip and you were now transformed into a lady, soft edges and sweet smiles and everything a room full of men wanted to see, it was the classic rule and it worked every single time without fail.
It only took a devil to recognize one, which was precisely why Ryker and I never got along.
