Eva POV
“Mom, can I talk to you?” I knocked on her open office door.
Mom is sitting at her desk, Cassius, her phoenix, perched on her shoulder while she is looking lost staring at 20 different color samples for her and dad’s anniversary party. I don’t know why she doesn’t just let Aunt Mera or Lori, one of her knights, who is the daughter of an Alpha from up north and loves to party plan, do this.
“Of course, pretty girl,” Mom smiles at me with relief. “I could use a break.”
“You can take out a greater demon like it’s nothing, but struggle to plan a party,” I giggled.
“Killing doesn’t involve this many decisions,” she looks at the samples with disdain.
“You’re right,” I rolled my eyes, “It’s like a walk in the park compared to deciding on a color scheme for a party you hold every
