Lucian
The 'company' arrived twenty minutes later.
I hated this part.
She was young, maybe twenty-one, twenty-two. Pale skin, soft freckles across her cheeks, green eyes that darted around the room too quickly. Her brown hair was pulled back loosely, trying to look effortless. She was undeniably pretty. Cute, even.
And I hated that she was here.
I didn’t know if she was doing this by choice or desperation. But either way, it disgusted me that it was even an option on the table.
She started toward me, already slipping into her role, her smile rehearsed and practiced.
“Wait,” I said, raising a hand to stop her.
She paused, eyes flickering with surprise, then suspicion.
I kept my tone light, neutral, but firm. “What’s your name?”
“Bianca Ash,” she replied, the words coming too easil
