Camilla turned to look at the wooden mannequin. She saw how Allen had draped a beautiful blue silk over the wood to show how it would look when made into a dress.
Camilla let out a loud happy laugh.
"It looks a little bit stiff, but it works perfectly!" Camilla laughed, covering her mouth with her hand.
But outside the fabric store, a dark, terrifying storm had just arrived.
A black warhorse and a brown horse pulled to a sharp, violent stop in the streets of the lower city.
Damon jumped down from his saddle. His boots hit the dirt hard.
His face was twisted in rage. The veins on his neck and his forehead were bulging out prominently. His jaw was clenched so tightly that his teeth were grinding together. His dark brown eyes were entirely black, swallowed by a blinding jealousy.
