Grace turned around her body with the bag that she held, looking at the man who had greeted her. With his vampire's eyes, the man smiled looking at her.
"Robarte," Grace greeted the blonde looking man with a sweet and alluring smile.
"I am glad to see you are on time," commented Robarte, "Let's take a walk," he proposed to which she readily agreed.
Walking next to each other side by side down the streets of the crowded Isle Valley, Grace asked, "Did you arrive here early?"
"Just a few moments ago. I was worried where I would end up missing you like one of those early times," Grace could feel the light tension on her shoulders but nonetheless she smiled. How could she forget that time.
Grace had promised to bring the slave girl to Robarte but before she even had the opportunity to get into the black market she had not only been deviated but had been stopped and had received a slap from her half-brother Damien in the middle of the street.
