So today, she had gone to one of the nicest wine shops in the city and picked out an expensive bottle that the shopkeeper had assured her was "exceptional." She had also grabbed fruit for the staff, and maybe for Roseann, if she was still hanging around.
Reign smiled to herself, imagining Dashiell's sister's reaction.
She was so lost in thought that she didn't notice the man behind her until his hand landed on her shoulder.
Reign spun around, her heart leaping into her throat when she saw the man standing too close to her. He was dressed head to toe in black, the top three buttons of his shirt unbuttoned, hands were now stuffed in his pockets. But even in the dim light, Reign could see the gold highlight of his hair and the red marks on his neck that looked like scratches.
She frowned,
