New Orleans Nocturnes 02: Shift Happens by Carrie Pulkinen

Author:Carrie Pulkinen [Pulkinen, Carrie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-04-05T16:00:00+00:00

Holy fur and fangs, Sophie was working with a supe, doing sneaky supe things, dangerous things. What would happen to them if they got caught? Would the war start between the werewolves and the witches? If it did, which side would she be on?

She sucked in a deep breath and blew it out hard. These were questions she should have thought to ask before Trace bounded down the alley toward the back entrance, but her rational mind went into hiding every time she was near the man.

Suck it up, buttercup. You’re in this now. She’d offered to help, and he was depending on her. Maybe he’d reward her later…

Focus, Soph. She gripped the cool metal door handle and tugged it open, pausing as a blast of fragrances assaulted her senses like a forcefield over the entrance. How did these women work in here all day?

She swallowed the sour sensation creeping up her throat and forced her way through the stench and into the shop. Two witches stood behind the counter, a petite one with dark eyes and jet-black hair styled in an asymmetrical pixie cut, and one about the same height as Sophie, with striking blue eyes and long brown hair. Of course, the only reason Sophie knew they were witches was because Trace told her they were, but they must have sensed her witchy scent.

Both their heads snapped up at the same time, and the brunette narrowed her eyes at Sophie briefly before plastering on a smile. “Hey there. How can we help you?”

“Umm.” Sophie glanced around at the shop. Rows of wooden shelves containing small glass bottles with cork stoppers covered two of the walls, and an archway the width of two normal doors led into a back room. Trace peeked from behind the wall and gave her a thumbs-up before disappearing again.

She cleared her throat and faced the witches. “I’m looking for a special perfume to make a man want me.”

“Oh, honey, you’ve come to the right place.” The pixie cut sashayed around the counter and offered Sophie a postcard and pen. “I’m Jade, and this is Audrey. Why don’t you fill out this card so we can mix something up for you?”

“Sure.” Sophie took the pen and wrote her real name on the top of the page. As she got to the “S” in “Burroughs,” she froze, pressing the tip into the paper harder and harder until blue ink pooled around it. What kind of supernatural spy gave the enemy her real name?

Shit. She tightened her grip on the pen, finishing the S and forcing herself to breathe. It wasn’t like she could scratch it out and write Pussy Galore instead.

“Is everything okay?” Jade linked her fingers, staring at Sophie intently.

“Yeah. Just a little headache.” She finished the form with a fake address and phone number. “I don’t know how you ladies make it through the day with all these wonderful scents.”

“You get used to it.” Jade took the card and strode toward the archway. Toward Trace.

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