“It does not mean what it used to,” Elly offered.
“You're a sweet thing, worrying about us, but best you be on your way before it really gets into your pores, then there's no dusting it off. You're always welcome here, you know that, but we'd rather you didn't bring his like. The Strigoi have a taste for some of our kind.” Elly looked to the woman in confusion, whilst she was unable to read auras like the woman before her, she knew for certain Bray was not Strigoi.
“He's—”
“Apologies, we will be on our way,” Bray interrupted, grabbing her arm. “Besides, Lady of Knightsbridge, if you open the inscription here we'll lose any hope of reading it.”
“You've brought a rubbing?” Briana questioned with intrigue.
“Do you mind?” Elly questioned shrugging out of her coat.
“Will you vouch for him
