A hybrid

A man by the bridge?

I looked towards Chris, who was already on her feet. “Did the man tell you who he is?” She demanded, her voice guarded. Gone was the teasing smile on her face. She looked ready to defend me should things come to that. I felt proud of my best friend. Though it was surreal seeing a woman who only cared about her looks and fashion, acting like an Amazonian.

If I didn't know better, I would have thought my best friend got replaced when I wasn't looking. This just wasn't how Chris was when we worked at the firm.

"He said he's Devon Leo, a mixed breed,” the guard responded, with his head bowed.

“A mixed breed?” Awed, I got up from the sofa. “Where did you say he was again?”

“He's waiting by the bridge. We asked him to stay here.”

“I see.” Nodding, I sat back on the sofa. “Let him in.”

“What?!” Chris whirled around to face me, her brows raised so high they would have reached her hairline. “What the fuck did you just say? How can you let someone in when your mate