Kieran couldn't help but smile wide. His eyes almost disappearing behind his dimples. "Sorry, I mean nothing by it."
He cleared his throat. "But yes. I am a Were. Been that way for as long as I can remember." It's a story he'd told a million times. He wasn't the only at the Assembly, either. "Best I can put together, I was attacked as a baby and my parents dropped me at the Fawley Foundation's doorstep."
He stopped and looked at her. He couldn't tell if he was an oddity to her or that he misjudged.
"You are a Were too, right?" He had a moment of panic thinking he had offered a friendly smoke to some regular witch only to reveal she had stepped into an alley with her worst nightmare.