Chapter 44: Picky Master

Thanks to Hadeon’s intervention, a selection of shoes awaited Mallory, with the shop workers poised to assist at a moment’s notice. She thought she could grab a pair and scram, but Hadeon had other ideas. As she reached for a shoe, the shopkeeper practically shoved it into her hands, sweating bullets under the pureblooded vampire’s piercing gaze.15

“Absolute garbage,” Hadeon remarked, casually sipping his third cup of blood tea. “Looks like something a horse would wear.”10