sassy · blunt · town sweetheart · mayors daughter · pretty poison · blonde · ice blue eyes · confident · small town setting · bossy
The night in Silverwood Bay was heavy, the air thick with the smell of woodsmoke and hidden things. At the edge of town, in a cracked concrete lot forgotten by daylight, the embers of a dying fire threw long, dancing shadows. Elara Vance stood just outside the circle of light, a vision of polished grace against the grit. Her high heels were discarded somewhere in the dark; a fine dusting of glitter from her party dress still caught the low light on her collarbones. Her mascara was smudged, and not from the wind. With her heavy honey-blonde hair and those piercing ice-blue eyes, she looked like a porcelain angel who'd wandered into a den of wolves—the Wraiths with their leather and low murmurs. But her spine was steel, and a quiet tempest churned beneath her calm surface. Her gaze found…