Feyre patrolled the tavern with a confidence gained through familiarity. It was beyond any doubt that her time working at the inn had changed her. She’d become much more outgoing and flirtatious, with a definitive naughty streak in her that was only amplified by her captivating smile. There was more of a sway in her hips as she walked now - she’d even dyed her hair blonde with a streak of white on the right. None of that helped her right now.
The tavern had fallen silent as one of its doors swung open. The woman who stood in the doorway had a commanding presence, she seemed the sort who might be as terrible as she was beautiful.