"I will send a word when the clothes are ready and the fittings need to be checked," Noah wiggled his fingers in farewell.
Ruelle walked between Lucian and Dane and as they walked past the shops, she doubted she could find something for Lucian here. Not because there wasn't anything worthy but because anything in these shops would cost more than her blood. She didn't want to buy a gift for him with the money he had given her, as it felt wrong.
Having spent more than two hours at the seamstress's shop, the town had woken fully in that time. The number of pureblooded vampires on the streets had increased. Most of the men and women offered a bow every time they walked past the Slater brothers as if acknowledging hierarchy.
Ruelle's eyes then fell on a man who was dragging a woman by a metal chain which was connected to the woman's collar, who stumbled behind him, her feet bare against the cold and her face in distress. She protested,
