Sloane's POV
I glanced at the clock. It was already past nine in the evening.
Why was she calling me at this hour?
I hurried to pick up. "What is it, Hester? Are you okay?" My heart tightened with worry.
To my relief, her familiar, vibrant voice came through, as warm and spirited as ever.
"Oh, darling, I'm perfectly fine," she chuckled, the sound rich with affection. "Stop fussing over me so much. You'll have me feeling like some helpless old biddy."
"Alright, alright, I apologize." I couldn't help but laugh helplessly.
Hester told me the reason she was calling so late was that she had important news.
"There's a new luxury mall in the Silverwing pack! Just heard it from my friends. They're doing this huge grand opening sale tomorrow morning, everything's marked down." Her voice bub
