Refugee (The Captive #3)(20)
She nodded slowly and slipped it around her shoulders. Braith tied it for her and pulled the hood up. She was grateful the cloak hid the fresh bandages on her arms, and even more grateful for its warmth as they stepped outside. After the intense heat of the past week, the sudden chill was shocking to her burnt skin. Goosebumps instantly broke out on her flesh, her teeth chattered as she wrapped her arms around herself.
“The water in the area causes the nights to be colder here,” Gideon explained.
Braith slid his arm around her waist, pulling her firmly against his side in an attempt to offer her some warmth. It did little good as the icy air licked at her. “Moving will help,” he told her, seemingly unfazed by the sudden chill.
They made their way through the cobbled streets of the loud and boisterous town. People and vampires littered the crowded streets. They passed by bars and a theatre, and a dimly lit brothel that caused Aria to blush as one of the women called out to them.
Then they were moving out of what seemed to be the party area of the town, and into an area of subdued streets and dimly lit homes. Though the houses were small, they were all in well repair, and it seemed as if the owners took pride in them. She had been unnerved by the seedier parts of the town, but she was surprisingly charmed and a little fascinated by this area. Did humans and vampires actually live side by side in these homes?
“Let’s rest here for a bit.” Aria frowned at the building Gideon had stopped in front of. Large windows in the front revealed the people sitting inside talking as they ate in a cozy, candlelit ambiance she found intriguing. Gideon held the door open, allowing the gentle aroma of food to waft out as he waited expectantly for them to follow him.
Braith kindly nudged her forward into the entrance of the building. People glanced up at them, momentarily riveted as Gideon led them easily through the crowd of tables. Aria’s stomach rumbled far more loudly than she would have liked. Gideon spoke softly with a woman. Aria found it impossible to decide if the woman was human or vampire as she flashed him a smile and nodded.
“This way.” They followed the woman through the room to a booth hidden within the dark shadows at the back.
“We should find William first,” Aria said, trying to ignore the increasing rumble of her stomach as she studied the plate of crackers already on the table.
“Relax young human,” Gideon chided. “I can hear your stomach rumbling from a mile away. Besides, if we are going to fight a war together than at least some level of trust should be formed, don’t you think?”
There did have to be trust and her hunger was making her lightheaded, but she was worried about William.
“I’ll find him Aria, sit and eat,” Ashby assured her.
Relief and gratitude filled her as she nodded. “Thank you Ashby.”
He grinned at her before disappearing into the crowd. Aria slid into the booth, she almost grabbed the plate of crackers and pulled it over to her, but managed to restrain herself from acting like a complete ruffian as she eagerly ate one.
“What is this place?” she inquired as she studied the people, or vampires, gathered in the booths surrounding them. Some were eating, some were leisurely sipping wine. There was a faint melody playing in the background that lulled her, and to her surprise she found herself swaying along with the music.
“It’s a restaurant,” Gideon told her.
Aria blinked out of her strange reverie. “It’s where people gather to eat,” Braith explained further.
“They just feed you here?” she asked in surprise.
“For a price,” Gideon explained. She frowned fiercely at him. She could well imagine what that price might be. Gideon held up a hand, chuckling as he shook his head. “The only price here is our form of currency.”
“I see.” Aria’s gaze drifted slowly over the strange place again. It was such an oddly wonderful thing. Braith handed her a piece of paper, her stomach lurched as she read over the list of food.
“Choose what you want.”
She wanted everything. It all looked so wonderful. A young woman appeared at the booth; Gideon spoke to her before they all turned their attention to Aria. Her hands were trembling, her stomach was rumbling so loudly that mortification was starting to take hold of her. Braith leaned over her shoulder to study the paper in her hand. He leaned away, talked briefly with the woman, who nodded and disappeared.
“Let me see the menu,” Braith said.“Menu?” she croaked. Her head was spinning, this town and everything in it was far different than anything she’d ever known. It was overwhelming and so out of place with the jars of teeth and scenes of death she’d seen in Gideon’s study.
Braith pointed to the paper she held before smoothly taking it from her hands. A feeling of uncertainty seized her; there was still so much she didn’t know. Braith’s hand took hold of hers; he gave her a reassuring squeeze as he nudged the crackers toward her. Gideon was studying her in a strange manner that flustered her even more. Instinct made her want to pull her hand away from Braith’s, but it was already too late to hide what was between them from Gideon.
“These are all humans?” she inquired as she studied the shadowed room.
“No, there are vampires here too.” She started in surprise as her focus shifted back to Gideon. The woman reappeared, placing two goblets before Braith and Gideon, and a glass of water before her. Aria’s throat was dry, but she was far more interested in what Gideon had to say at the moment. “Braith and I can tell the difference.”