Alice looked more like herself now.
Pencil skirt, purple blouse. Her neck whole and hale. It was like the events of this night never happened.
But they did.
Alice had killed the Carthian, Bea. Without leave, or cause, unless her anger in the face of the Daeva's insulting words could a cause make.
Arriving to the Nox Populi nightclub, The Prince's Elysium with the Reeve Alessandra Antinori at her side. Did equal parts comfort and terrify her. The Reeve was her Coterie mate, but Italian's inner demon was far stronger then her Wraith. The frayed thread that was her control did not enjoy the long drive from the Necropolis.
Descending into Elysium, Alice wanted to gnaw upon her lip. Worried was not a word strong enough to convey her emotions, but as Ale said. No one was above the Laws.
Knocking upon Prince Asa Clarke's office door, Alice almost gave in and let fang to lip, but as the Venture was expecting them she didn't. Blatantly broadcasting her nervousness was not how she wanted to begin. So with the stillness, and silence associated with the Doll, she waited for the Prince to see them.
Continued from here!