Gaia's POV

My anxiety began to ease as I calculated the distance. The three Silver Wing pack members were sitting at least twenty feet away, near the corner windows. At that distance, they couldn't possibly have heard Joel say I was his daughter. They could only see him grab my hand—an intimate gesture, certainly, but nothing that would reveal the true nature of our connection.

It didn't matter anyway. I had grown accustomed to their slander and prejudice over the years. Their ...