[On Ezra's Phone Screen]
"Ezra, I'm really sorry. I'm busy right now. I'll make it up to you with a meal. Sorry, Ezra."
Ezra leaned back in his chair, the glow of his phone reflecting against the dim, golden lights of the club. His thumb lingered on the screen a moment longer before he set it aside.
"I guess she really is busy," he murmured under his breath, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.
The Moonfang Club was said to be one of the finest in Bloodfort—famous for its imported beer and extravagant atmosphere. Elena had been the one to recommend it, swearing that the place's quality was unmatched. Tonight, though, Ezra sat alone at the bar counter, a half-empty glass of amber beer in front of him.
He swirled the drink lazily, the bitter taste settling on his tongue as his thoughts wandered.
Cassy…
