Rose walked alongside Lucifer, pausing now and then, her sharp eyes flicking toward various stalls and alleyways.
She wasn't just sightseeing—she was gathering information. Every street, every shadowed corner, was a potential escape route for the next time she decided to sneak out of the palace.
She wasn't expecting anything to catch her attention, but then—cookies.
Stacks of golden, warm pastries sat on a vendor's cart, their sweet aroma cutting through the usual stench of brimstone. Her stomach twisted, a quiet, traitorous growl escaping as her mouth watered. But her hands? Empty. She had some coins, but she'd prefer using them on something else.
With a sigh, she turned away, stuffing her hands into her sleeves and pretending she didn't just stare at them like a starving street rat.