Captain Kursha Vidari
Somehow it did not surprise the greenblood that Sarcel Cincil lived in a hivestem. It seemed like such an ordinary, mundane lifestyle would appeal to her, if only for appearances though. The penthouse though—Kursha did not see that one coming. He would have expected her to settle for something a little more average, a little more modest. Evidence that Sarcel had a spine after all.
That or her blood was bluer than he thought.
Kursha raised his fist to the door and gave it a light rap.
“Hey Sarce!” he called.
“Open up! I got a delivery for ya.” Waiting in front of the peephole, Kursha adjusted his grip on the package under his arm. He tapped his foot impatiently. A part of him suspected the blueblood would not answer and instead try to blow him off. He hoped otherwise, but if not, he had a plan. Of course he had a plan.
Reply
