Chapter 197
- Lucas' POV
- The girl's boots dragged against the restaurant's marble steps, scuffing gloss into dust. Her coat hung loose, threadbare at the elbows—a thrift-store relic in a kingdom of gold trim and crystal. I didn't blame the hostess for curling her lip.
- This is the human quarter of Mediland. A high-end steakhouse in the human world is supposed to be stunk of judgment.