Keeper of the Night (The Keepers: L.A.) by Graham Heather

Author:Graham, Heather [Graham, Heather]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2013-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

Rhiannon took Sailor with her to work at the Mystic Café, where she had an evening set scheduled, since the council meetings didn’t start ’til late, when most of L.A. was safely tucked into bed.

She was surprised to see that the café was full when she arrived, and that most of the clientele seemed to have coffee and pastries already, and were actually waiting—for her.

“Hey, it’s a crowd!” Sailor told her happily.

“I wonder why.”

“I don’t,” Sailor said, pointing to a little table next to the small stage. “Look.”

Sailor looked. The newspaper was lying on the table, folded open to the nightlife page. And there she was, staring into Brodie’s eyes. Jake Reynolds had done everything she had asked him.

“Oh, my God, I am so jealous,” Sailor said. “And look at all the people in here. Hugh is going to be thrilled.”

“Yes...but...”

“Oh, come on, Rhiannon. You were irritated about coming to California, sure your career was over. Now you have a real audience,” Sailor said.

“Yes, but...”

Yes, she had an audience. But what did that mean next to the fact that people were dead? And most likely at the hands—or fangs—of a vampire, maybe even one of her vampires. She realized now that she wanted to be a good Keeper—a respected Keeper, like her father before her.

Hugh made an appearance just then, a huge smile on his face. He actually paused to hug them both. “I’ve made a fortune already tonight, so don’t mess up. None of that ‘I Hate Hollywood’ crap tonight, Rhiannon. No more ‘I hate actors.’”

Sailor looked at her. “You hate actors?” she asked.

“Of course not. I was just angry about the interruption from—oh, never mind.” She turned away to get her guitar out of the case. She should have known that impromptu song was going to come back to haunt her.

The night went well, so well that at one point the place was standing room only.

“I can’t believe it’s council meeting night. I wouldn’t close! I’d stay open ’til dawn,” Hugh said to her during a break. “Here’s hoping tomorrow will be just as good.”

“I don’t work here tomorrow,” she reminded him. “I’m at the Snake Pit tomorrow, remember?”

“Tell that slimy shapeshifter you can’t make it,” he said.

“I can’t do that and you know it. But we’ve still got an hour ’til closing, so let’s make some money, okay?”

Hugh was unhappy, but when 10:00 p.m. rolled around he made the announcement that they were closing and people began filing out. When the last customers were gone, and Rhiannon had her guitar and equipment ready to go, Sailor let out a soft whistle.

“Rhiannon!”

“What?”

“You made money—a lot of money. You have a few hundred bucks here.”

“Good. The way things are going, I’m going to need it,” Rhiannon said. “Come on, we have to get moving. I have to drop you at the church and get to the House of Illusion before eleven.”

“Hey, aren’t you going to take the paper?” Sailor asked her.

“No, why?”

“Because that picture is hot, that’s why. Do you two have a real thing going on?”

“We just met.

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