Lucian and Emily arrived at the car, a driver stood beside it, already waiting with a tailored suit in his hand. From the back seat, Lucian pulled out a set of wipes and cleaned off his hand, leaving the gash mark from the combat earlier.
Emily paused briefly, her eyes narrowed. "Are you changing here?" she asked carefully.
Lucian nodded. He was feeling uncomfortable already, and waiting to return home before changing, he couldn't bear it.
Emily's cheek flushed. "Oh! Go ahead." she smirked as she stepped back, turning her back to him, her gaze drilling through the soft darkness of the evening to see any familiar faces from the crowd that had formed earlier.
Lucian's lips curled at her little action, but he didn't bother to pursue the matter.
With the driver forming a human wall and the car door a barrier, Lucian changed out of the cheap clothes already smeared with blood and dirt.
Once he was done, the clothes were packed into a waste bag, deposited straight into a trash can.
