Death Walks With Love by Clover Payne

Author:Clover Payne [Payne, Clover]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Clover Payne
Published: 2019-12-23T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

“So, who else is helping to integrate you guys into society?” I ask as we walk through Walmart’s bath and shower aisle. Spying a good deal on my favorite shampoo and conditioner combo, I snag them both and drop them in my cart.

“No one,” Martin says distractedly. I stop suddenly and he bumps into my back, catching my shoulders to keep me from flying down the aisle. I turn in his arms and stare at him in amazement.

“You mean to tell me that I’m the only spokesperson you have?” I ask incredulously. When I agreed to help introduce them into society, I thought that I’d have help from other humans. Apparently, I didn’t ask enough questions when I accepted this gig. Martin finally focuses on me and frowns.

“Why does this upset you? I will provide any help that you need when the time comes,” he reassures me. I stare at him wide-eyed as the enormity of the task finally hits me. He expects me to help the supernatural world be accepted into human society when I have no knowledge of it?

Remembering that I’m in the middle of a busy shopping center, I take a deep breath and mutter, “We need to have a serious talk when we get home.” I emphasize my point by poking him in the chest before turning around and marching out into the chaotic tide of Christmas shoppers and screaming kids. Going over my list in my head, I maneuver us to the food section and start grabbing quick-fix meals and snacks. Martin is back to looking preoccupied though now there’s a touch of worry mixed in. Thinking that it serves him right to be worried, I ignore him.

When we get to the coffee aisle my eyes light up and I grab a container of instant coffee. Since I didn’t see a coffee maker in the kitchen, I figure this is the next best thing. Martin walks up and leans over my shoulder, his heat relaxing my tight muscles. There’s no point in being upset with him for my own lack of self-preservation. There’s just something about him that makes me forget to protect myself, to ask the questions I normally would when I find myself in new situations.

Standing in the checkout line, I pull out my wallet so I don’t have to dig for it at the register. Martin steps in front of me and plucks it from my hand, giving me a blank black credit card. Raising my eyebrow in question he explains, “It connects to a human bank account. You are authorized to use it.” Looking at the card again, I see my name appear in gold script along the bottom.

“What’s the limit?” I ask, suspecting that I know the answer but needing to hear it anyway.

“There is none,” he informs me with a straight face. Nodding at the confirmation of my thoughts, I pile everything on the belt and smile at the cashier. Her cheerful disposition reminds me of Cora, and we strike up a conversation as she rings me up while I deposit the bags into the cart.

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