Ezra smiled back, but it was the smile of a shark—all predatory intent barely contained. "Yes," he replied, his voice silky smooth. "I find myself in need of... appropriate attire for your little town."
Jessica's cheeks flushed slightly, her pulse quickening in a way that made Ezra's throat burn with thirst. "Well, you've definitely come to the right place," she said, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. "What kind of look were you going for?"
Sensing there was no one else in the shop apart from the two of them, Ezra initially thought it was time to feed. His gaze fixed on the delicate blue vein pulsing in her neck. But he hesitated, reason overriding hunger. He needed to remain inconspicuous in this town, at least until he found what he was looking for. Bodies turning up with pu
