A Ghost of a Chance (The Nightwatch Book 1) by Debbie Cassidy

Author:Debbie Cassidy [Cassidy, Debbie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-10-21T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Pendragon Square was accessed via an innocuous alleyway lined with wheelie bins. Two lefts and a right and we were stepping through a shimmer in the air and into a market square hidden from human eyes.

A thick iron lamppost with an old-style lantern at the top beamed bright amber—a beacon to light the busy market square where supernaturals were milling about. There were two cafés with outdoor seating, a restaurant, a small bakery, and on the right, with its pretty red awning, was the bookstore – Wicked Imaginations.

I stood, hands on hips. “This is amazing.”

“What?” Kris asked with a smug smile. “Did Ravensheart not have a secret supernatural market?”

I gave him an arch look. “No, just the standard supe stores marked with the Watch insignia.”

“Ah, the good old NW symbol. Yes, we don’t have any need for those. If you need to be yourself, you come here.”

The symbol had been around for centuries. A marker recognized by all supernaturals that said this is a safe place for you to be yourself. These haunts were usually surrounded by look-away wards that kept humans at bay. The stores and diners were run by supernaturals connected to the Nightwatch, with contacts to the many warehouses and supply depots that provided the unique items and foods they needed to service the supernatural community. But there was no need for the isolated hotspots if Scorchwood had a whole market to cater to its supes.

“Come on, let’s grab your books,” Kris said.

“Not for me. For Tris.”

“Oh, the man chest books?” Kris smirked. “I should model for those covers.”

He really should, but like hell was I telling him that.

We walked through the square where the smell of fresh pastry had my stomach rumbling.

Kris looked down at me from his two-head-taller height. “You need blood.”

I needed a croissant. “I’m fine.”

“They serve fresh, warm blood at the diner …”

“I’ll just take the books.” And a sneaky sandwich when we got back.

His gaze traveled across the square to a red door between two stores. “Go browse. I’ll find you in half an hour.”

I strode off toward the red door. Okay, now I was curious, but following him would be rude, not that rude was out of the question, but if I was going to go in search of the reaper tonight, we needed to get a move on.

Damn me and my guilt. Now to find some sexy reads.

The door pinged when I opened it, and a tingle ran over me. Probably checking for nasty surprises like hex bags and potions, yeah, some supernaturals carried them. Weavers mainly worked for the Watch, but like with any breed, there were rogues out there, and there was a black market for magic and magical items.

I was clean though, so there, and wow, check out the floor-to-ceiling books. All bindings. All sizes. Shit was this place even in any order?

The lighting was dimmer than expected for a bookstore, but then supes tended to have great vision so…

“Can I help you?” A dark-skinned man with close-cropped hair and stunning green eyes appeared as if from nowhere.

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