She shot a look at him, a flare of annoyance rising quickly and she pushed off the wall before she could snap at him. It wasn't the response he deserved after having just bought her the earring and transporting them here away from Splitters' lackeys. Even if the pair to the earring in her pocket had been long lost. To make up for the lack of her bitten response to him, she sighed heavily. In the cold of the descending night her breath billowed in clouds in front of her and she walked through them to peer up at the tea shop sign.
The Painted Lady.
The Painted Lady — the memory of her father's voice speaking of this place her came rushing back and she recoiled. Her father had warned her about what he'd heard of the tea shop; a place where the women of society went gathered at by day, while the shadows of the night rolled over to reveal something more....lascivious. Rowan drew herself up and she glared at him. "I'm sure it's the first place you thought of." She said as the wave of annoyance she'd previously felt for him finally overcame her. "And what, pray tell, was the reason for why you thought of it?"
She'd gone still, her gaze boring into him demanding an answer.
The Painted Lady.
The Painted Lady — the memory of her father's voice speaking of this place her came rushing back and she recoiled. Her father had warned her about what he'd heard of the tea shop; a place where the women of society went gathered at by day, while the shadows of the night rolled over to reveal something more....lascivious. Rowan drew herself up and she glared at him. "I'm sure it's the first place you thought of." She said as the wave of annoyance she'd previously felt for him finally overcame her. "And what, pray tell, was the reason for why you thought of it?"
She'd gone still, her gaze boring into him demanding an answer.
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