A couple of hours of walking around gave me some time to clear my head a bit. Quinton was a very kind man and was not as unpleasant to be around as I thought. We steered clear of any more wolf talk and things felt a little normal.
He had taken me to some of his favorite places to shop. My jaw dropped when I saw some of the prices.
“How can you spend this much on a pair of underwear?!” I tried to whisper and shout to him.
“Have you felt these? It’s like your junk is on vacation with these”
“This is half a month's worth of groceries. How can you justify that?”
“Because it’s not my money,” he poked my nose, “Come on little Luna. You haven’t picked a single thing out. Sterling will have my head if we return empty handed”
“Because he’ll know you did all the spending”
“That’s a very goo
