~Grace~
A long pause fills the silence at Ma Cherry's accusation. The woman standing before us...the one wearing Dr. Philippa's face—now has sweat prickling across her face. She coughs and raises her face.
"Ma Cherry, you're being dramatic." Her smile is only on her lips, not reaching her eyes at all. "I came because the tests were... urgent."
"Ma Cherry? Now that's where you blew your cover, shifter. Philippa doesn't address me as such." Ma Cherry says, her hands crossed behind her as she stands between us and the fake doctor like she's going to shield everyone if an attack comes.
Rafe's posture changes instantly. He moves from curious observer to predator in a heartbeat, his scent darkening with the musk of an alpha on high alert. He steps toward the woman, his eyes scanning her with terrifying intensity. "Philippa has a scar on her left wrist from a lab accident three years ago," he says, his voice a low, vibrating growl. "Show me."
