The clothes here carried ridiculous price tags, and Eldric wouldn't dream of letting Lirael foot the bill.
He flinched, raising his hands defensively. "No way! You've already done way too much for me—I don't even know how to repay you. How could I possibly let you buy me clothes too?"
When Demontae had left him bleeding in an alley, Lirael had been the one to drag him to the hospital. When he'd been homeless, she'd casually handed him the keys to a Veyra Family villa. At his lowest point, her kindness had been the lifeline pulling him back from despair.
Now he was drowning in gratitude and unpaid bills, while she asked for nothing in return. The imbalance was growing steeper by the minute.
Lirael rolled her eyes at his stubbornness. They hadn't come all this way just to leave empty-han
