The moment Kyle stepped out of the dense forest and left the suffocating warehouse behind, he exhaled deeply.
The lingering scent of crushed herbs clung to his borrowed dress, and his heels made it awkward to move quickly.
Still, he kept his posture composed, playing the role of a noble lady to the end.
The seller trailed behind him, eyes twitching with frustration.
"Will the young miss be returning for more herbs next time?"
The man asked, his tone almost polite—almost.
Kyle turned back with a practiced flutter of his lashes and an arrogant tilt of his chin.
"Only if your herbs stop smelling like boiled rats. I'd hate to ruin my skin over expired stock."
The seller's expression twitched.
"I'll... be sure to improve the quality."
He said through clenched teeth.
Kyle gave a pleasant, empty smile.
"Wonderful. I'll be waiting."
He walked off, deliberately swaying just enough to fit the image, but his senses were still sharp.
