Mystic Ink (Book 1: The Mystic Series) by Casey Wyatt

Author:Casey Wyatt [Wyatt, Casey]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Tags: Romance, eBook
ISBN: 9781619350724
Publisher: Soul Mate Publishing
Published: 2012-01-25T00:00:00+00:00

Nix raced down the back stairs and into the shop. She searched frantically on her hands and knees. Nothing. Not a damn thing. Those bitches had better not have stolen the hourglass. Hades was emphatic that she keep it safe.

“Looking for this?” Cal’s low voice rang in her left ear, startling her.

“Don’t sneak up on me!” Nix snatched the hourglass from his hand. She had had enough shocks for one day. “Thank you,” she said more gruffly than intended.

Cal didn’t seem bothered. “I had the chain repaired over at that bead store down the street. A present from Hades?”

“Yeah, I guess. If you think having a doomsday clock around your neck is the perfect gift.” Nix tried not to let dismay swallow her whole. Half the sand was gone. Time was running down too fast.

“I don’t know. It seems like the ideal present for my father.” Cal smiled and she felt warm all over.

Nix didn’t get a chance to enjoy the smile. Angry screeches echoed out on the sidewalk. Basil and Mary were back, and the parrot didn’t sound too happy. Mary’s hair was frizzy and wild. She actually had beads of sweat on her perfect forehead. Her typical calm demeanor appeared close to shattering.

“So how did it go?” Nix asked as Mary deposited Basil on his perch. The bird turned around giving them all his back. He groomed his feathers with gusto, like he would never be clean again.

Mary slung her bag under the desk as if she was bowling for a strike. “You do not pay me enough to put up with that kind of crap.” She pointed at the parrot. Basil opened his beak, then clamped it shut after a murderous look from Mary. She stormed into the backroom, muttering the whole way.

The door chimes clanged.

“Lucky you. Saved by the bell,” Cal quipped.

The last appointment of the day had arrived. Nix wanted to scream. They didn’t have time for this. She gave Cal a desperate look.

“Nix, I need time to do some research and regroup. Take care of business. There’s nothing more we can do for today.”

He left her there with her mouth hanging open. How did he know? It was like he could read her mind. When this was over, she was going to get answers out of him, by whatever means necessary.

She shivered at the possibilities.

Nix lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. Sleep had, once again, been ruined by crushing despair. The same nightmare: more frequent, more vivid and, frankly, more annoying. This time she tried to focus—to discern names or faces—anything to enlighten her. So far nothing.

The shower kicked on. Right, she had a new roommate. A temporary houseguest, she corrected.

How the Fates must be laughing at her.

At least, now, she had a more solid reason behind her extreme reaction to the Satyr. If she was honest, she’d have to admit Devlin seemed a decent guy. He was exceedingly neat, unfailingly polite and kind of shy. When she’d returned to the apartment, he had put her virgin vacuum cleaner to good use.

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