Dark Around the Edges: Black Magic Woman (Cambion) by Cari Z

Author:Cari Z [Z, Cari]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781937058883
Publisher: Storm Moon Press LLC
Published: 2013-03-07T11:00:00+00:00

Lynlis Syfer did business out of a pawn shop creatively called Cipher Pawn, located down a narrow flight of stairs between two souvenir shops on Fremont Street. Fremont Street was a truly stunning locale at night, a pixelated, surreal canopy of light and color and shape. During the day though, it wasn't nearly so appealing. Natural light washed out the thrill of the neon, and the whole place felt kind of sad.

Rio took the lead down the stairs and Devon let him, taking the time to absorb his surroundings. There was a dead ficus tree right outside the door, not exactly inviting, but a merry little bell tingled as they stepped inside, which just seemed incongruous. The interior of Cipher Pawn was fairly dark, with a skylight set in a far distant ceiling and a few lamps lit here and there. The place was packed with display cases, racks of vintage clothes and random pieces of furniture. It didn't feel like magic happened here. It just felt like a hundred other semi-tawdry pawn shops.

A man sat behind a desk about halfway back. He didn't bother to look up as they entered, just started in on his bored monologue as he bounced a pair of dice in his hand: "Welcome to Cipher Pawn, purveyors of fine jewelry, clothing, weapons and classic Vegas memorabilia." He spoke with a casual British accent, not the kind that made you think tea and crumpets, more like a modern Oliver Twist. His dark blond hair was longish on top and close cut on the sides; it would've been a mohawk if he'd bothered to style it. "Take your time and look around. If you have any small children with you, please keep them by your side at all times." He had a longish nose on a sharp-edged face, wore a goatee and had two gold hoops through the top of his right ear, the only ear Devon could see given his profile position. His bare arms were covered with tattoos that Devon couldn't really make out. "If you're looking to sell, sorry, we're full up right now, so do sod off." The man was leanly attractive, and different enough to be interesting. Devon almost reached out with his allure before he remembered what happened the last time and reeled the compulsion back in.

"We're not here to sell," Rio said as he walked up to the desk. The guy looked up and did a double-take. "We're here to trade."

"Bloody hell!" The dice vanished from the man's hand as he straightened up and got a good look at Rio. "You're a right fuckin' giant, mate. And you," he looked around Rio at Devon, and Devon could immediately sense the change from near-fear to smoldering lust in the man. It was very gratifying. "You're, like, the definition of fit. Unreal fit. Maybe I've fallen asleep." He glanced at Rio, who was looking at him implacably. "You don't have a briefcase full of weed for me, do you?"

"Nope."

"And you're not actually a rentboy lookin' to make me a deal, are you?" he asked Devon.

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