Bellatrix Sinclair
“The Golden Spa.” I read. “This certainly wasn’t what I expected.”
Valeria smirks, squinting her eyes playfully. “Did you think something dirty?”
“N-no.”
She chuckled, “You totally did.” Nudging me gently, “Loosen up, this is supposed to be fun.”
I wanted to be at ease, except the truth remained that I only came this district once with Lazarus. This was a completely new experience, uncharted territory because I’m venturing into werewolf’s domain as the only human without any semblance of power.
A tightening initiated in my chest, searing my lungs and making it difficult to swallow. Anxiously bouncing from one foot to the other, Valeria placing a comforting hand onto my shoulder. “It’s going to be fine, I’m here.” She smiled reassuringly.
Considering our first encounter was a disaster, I found myself believing her sincerity. The spa was in the central district, a different location and Valeria informed that there are various sections that make-up this place.