She looked fine, at least physically, as she approached with her head down, held firmly between two of her fellow weres, the males towering over her. Her long, blonde hair had been cut to her shoulders, her normal leather jacket and skinny jeans replaced by a rather frumpy dress. Just seeing Charlotte in a skirt made me wince. Even when she'd accompanied me to the court of the vampire queens, she'd refused to wear one. Whatever Yure had done to her had to be nasty if she willingly ...