Vixen Angela White Best

She glanced up. He was older than she'd first thought — mid-forties, maybe, with silver threading through dark hair and a sharp jawline that spoke of discipline. But it was his eyes that caught her. Pale grey. The kind of grey that didn't reflect light so much as absorb it.

The night turned into a haze of wine, laughter, and whispers, as Thomas became increasingly entranced by The Vixen's spell. He began to realize that Angela was more than just a mysterious woman – she was a guardian of Ravenswood's secrets, a keeper of ancient traditions, and a wielder of powers both magical and seductive. vixen angela white

The lobby door swung open.