LADY BAEVERA
When I arrived back at Naked Den, the rain greeted me.
Dusk had settled over the city, and the drizzle painted the estate in familiar, glimmering hues. Despite the moisture beading against my skin, I was not worried. Thankfully, the snake tattoo on my face had already dried.
Before my break, I had the ink commissioned into a temporary paper-wrap sticker I could peel on and off when needed. I had reapplied it the night before, and now it was secure. Small mercies.
As I stepped into the building, I felt the weight of eyes on me. Female gazes followed my every move, some glaring, others muttering beneath their breath.
“Vera! You are back!”
I turned to see a familiar face running toward me—ah, the one I had helped get rid of her friend’s abusive ex. What was her name again?
