By seven-thirty that evening, Alaric had changed his clothes and left the house. The casual clothes from the morning were gone, replaced by a charcoal-gray suit tailored closely to his frame, a crisp white shirt, a dark tie, and polished black shoes. His watch sat securely around his wrist, and his expression had returned to the controlled calm he wore whenever he stepped into the world outside his home. Only the slight stiffness in his movements betrayed the fact that the wound beneath his shirt was still healing.The restaurant was several blocks away from the city's wealthier district, not far from the address Matt had found for Chloe. It was the kind of place Alaric would normally pass without a second glance, with warm yellow lights glowing through the windows, modest tables packed closely together, and the steady noise of conversations coming from inside.He stepped inside, and a young waiter approached almost immediately with a polite smile.“Good evening, sir. Table for one?”
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