Tempted
After Fletcher had come to claim the little girl she'd found, Letitia was put in a rare moment of seriousness in public. Her brow crinkled, fingers brushing her chin as she staved off the impulse to go into the room and tell Fletcher he better behave like a gentleman. It was out of her hands now. She'd been the one to push her to this point...and in her mind, sincerely, she didn't see any other way to be for a girl like Rebekah. Women only had a few things to work within this society dominated by men, and this was one way for them to have power, money, and any hope of a semblance of independence.
If Letitia didn't believe in this life, she would have never pushed so hard. It still didn't stop her from worrying. Rebekah was so...unused. It would be easy for anyone to take advantage.
But then there was a knock again, and she knew it must be Owainn. She straightened her spine and gulped the last of her blood aperitif as Drew directed the customer where she sat waiting.
There was no doubt that it could have been worse for Letitia too, this bargain Marceline had struck with the detective. He was still in his vital years, even if he wore his trouble like a collar. Sad. Angry. She could smell the grief.
Still, it made for an interesting evening...usually.
Fingers stroked down her left earring. It swung on her lobe like a shiny beckon when Owainn came through the door and instead of looking delighted that he'd come for her, she appeared hungry.
"Should we away, sir, or would you rather sit for a spell and have a libation." which could be anything from drink to opium depending on what pleased him.