They moved through the market as if tied together by an invisible ribbon. Stalls bloomed along the narrow lane—textiles hung like waterfalls, spices smoked in clay pots, and trinkets winked from half-hidden boxes.
Alexander's eyes were all appetite—for colour, for texture, for the small, shining things that made the world feel less sharp. As an orphan, he had learned how to be self-sufficient. Yet, this was a bit different. He was in the past. So, a lot of things would be different.
The ribbon stall came first. A woman with grease-blackened fingers and a laugh that cut through the crowd ran her hands over bolts of ribbon in every imaginable shade.
"See? We found your ribbon stall? Tell me, do you really like to get dressed up this much?" Elaine teased him. The omega was too beautiful for his own good. She was still very much horny for him right now.
