Liberty couldn’t get away from the scent of blood. It saturated the room and lingered on the edge of his senses, and his mouth was heavy with saliva. His fangs had elongated in a visceral response to the smell. It was uncomfortable, keeping his teeth locked away and out of sight, but Jane didn’t like them. At this moment, provoking her was a bad idea.
Stella had already left, not waiting even a second longer after Jane dismissed her. Once in a while, Jane liked to remind those in her debt what happened to those who failed her. Shows like this usually coincided with her being enraged.
Stella didn’t like being reminded that if Jane hadn’t interfered, she’d still be working the streets outside the Saloon. Jane enjoyed holding things like that over people.
Luckily for Stella, it was arguabl
