Alice flinched back as Dalton gave a chilling order. She didn't care to be order about, but Alice had to admit that Dalton knew this situation better than she. Which was why the raven haired tailor gave a timid nod, and shrunk further behind the being. No long entirely sure that Dalton was human. Alice pinched her arm to ascertain herself this was not a dream, which it was most certainly not. Questions whirled in her mind and each was more curious than the last. Who was this man they spoke of? What made these three hate Liam so much that her own rage paled in comparison? There were more but Liam's words silenced them.

The tailor's mask hid her pale pallor as the vampire that turned her declared Aleera's, Thomas's and Dalton's lives forfeit. Why? For her and her 'honeyed' blood? For the ambrosia she would never let him taste again? She almost wanted to laugh at his absurd notion that she would allow him to drink from her once more! As if she had allowed it the first time! If he wanted her life? She'd make him work for it and she would try to take him with her. Though her green eyes widened in horror as her walking nightmare palmed a rather serious looking knife. Perhaps taking him with her wasn't going to be an option. Shrinking further behind Dalton she whispered a very shaky agreement. "Y-yes."