In the three months that Ceira had arrived at Protégé, she had lived, laughed and saved. Vivien knew how to do every single thing except to cook, which meant she was happy to go get groceries to cook three meals a day, it also meant her money was saved every time meal times came around, it also meant that if she had to run, she had enough to keep her safe.
“Get your powders ready, you’re going to need them soon.” Ceira stopped measuring a prescription and turned to her boss and owner of Protège.
“Stop staring at me, dismiss whatever you’re doing and prepare, it’s a life and death situation.” Ceira’s wolf hissed lowly at her boss and Vivíen treated it like it was just a child’s grumble, flicking the sleeves of her floor length gown as she left the counter area.
Ceira ducked under the
