Kiara
"Lucian! What are you doing?" Gail hissed at her husband.
I cleared my throat and straightened my back. I had to think fast if I didn't want to get caught.
"What do you mean I don't look French?" I stressed.
"I am a distant relative of Queen Isabella, but yes, I have relatives with tanned and pale skin. We don't have a problem with that in our family. Why are you doubtful? And as for my accent, I studied and grew up in a human city of the states. It wasn't until I turned eighteen my parents took me to France and introduced me to my relatives there. So having an American accent isn't out of the ordinary," I narrowed my eyes on him.
"This is ridiculous. Even Byron and his luna didn't question me about this," scowling, I looked at the driver and Gail.
"I want to go to the airpor
