As I approached my limo, Poppy ran up to me with a worried expression.
Poppy: Oh my god, Mistress! Are you okay? Are you hurt?
I looked down at my shredded dress and winced. It would be quite shameful to explain why I had transformed, so I just cleared my throat and averted my gaze.
Duchess: It's fine, I'll live.
Poppy stared into my face intently but didn't pry. She just nodded and opened the door of the limo; I went in.
When she settled in the seat in front of mine and the car started moving, I finally released the tension in me with a sigh. I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose.
Duchess: Poppy, be so kind, send some men into the alley to retrieve the body. We should hold a proper funeral too.
Poppy: Yes, Mistress.
Duchess: Tell them that his name was Nathan, his friends called him that...
I paused, Poppy politely waited for me to continue.
Duchess: He almost killed one of them when I arrived. If I...
Her small delicate hand touched my knee. I popped o