Nadia glanced up, amused. She may hate the Fae, but the same sentiments couldn't help but flow to vampires too. And Nadia, even with the small sense of softness that hadn't seen her fling the woman back into the ocean, couldn't be mistaken for a good person. "Please, come in." She gestured to the seat on the other side of her desk, upholstered in a flush green velvet. They may be on a ship, but that didn't stop Nadia's desire for elegance, the appreciation of beautiful things.
The spell written into the laws of the universe broke, and Liv stepped across the threshold into the Captain's quarters. Liv had a taste for elegance as well; it had been a while since she had indulged it. Her fingertips brushed against the green velvet and she sighed, her shoulders relaxing down her back. She looked over her shoulder at the Captain. "Thank you," she said first. "I'm indebted to your kindness. I'll never forget it." An immortal promise, with all the practiced charm of a purebred politician. "I would never expect free passage ā I can work night's onboard your ship for the length of my stay. I have fed off of rats," and much, much worse, "and would keep your supplies clear of them."















