C47 46. CUPID'S HATE

CAELUM

I frowned at the women who passed me by, deciding that a nod in reply would suffice only to earn a giggle. I raised an eyebrow at their reaction and pondered as I breathe in, thinking about Rubin, trusting Aeon’s wind. The sun is slowly sinking and the surroundings, darkened. I had to find her, soon. Biting my lip, I chose to enter the boutique and look around.

“Try this on