The Black Rose
A hefty tip.
The woman's eyes widened slightly, but she took it and uttered a low thanks before going back to do her job.
"Yes," I murmured, still getting used to being associated with a name I knew almost nothing about except for the power and protection that came with it.
"Nikolai," he held out a hand. "It is nice to meet you, Black Rose."
I took his hand, not wanting to be rude. His palms were soft, dry, and the warmth of it caught me off guard. He held me longer than necessary before letting go.
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