Alice shivered in fright, her flinch from Liam's touch having saved her from being ensnared by the vampire who had caused her turning. The malice that hung heavy in the air didn't help matters as Alice hesitated approaching the three masked figures though she well knew who at least one of them was. Though as she listened, their words startled and unnerved her. Liam knew them? How? What was their issue with the man= vampire? Alice's green eyes flicked back from the deadly red in her shock.

What did they mean by 'the master'? Was it perhaps the same way Liam had tried to gain leverage over her? Biting back her questions and holding her terror in check, the small tailor nodded at Dalton's words and took the next few steps that put her behind the three and most directly behind the man who had been her partner to the dance. There was so much what she wanted to ask, but there was no time. Or rather, this was not the time. Wrapping her arms about herself, Alice looked at Liam from behind the group with sheer loathing.