"Yeah," Chloe chimed in, her voice dripping with artificial sweetness as she pulled a pristine silk handkerchief from her clutch and wiped the edge of the table where my rag had been. "Can you bring some clean water? Like, from a bottle? I really don’t trust whatever comes out of the valley pipes. My skin is highly sensitive to low-tier minerals."
"Understood. Three fries and bottled water," I said.
I turned on my heel and walked back toward the kitchen, my boots heavy. As I retreated, the loud, unbothered laughter exploded behind my back.
"Did you see her hands?" Pierce whispered loudly enough to echo across the entire room. "They're totally red. She looks like a common dock worker."
"That's because she is one," Julian replied, his voice lazy and triumphant. "Her father used to manage
