Song of Wishrock Harbor (The Invisible Entente Book 2) by Krista Walsh

Author:Krista Walsh
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Raven's Quill Press
Published: 2017-01-11T07:00:00+00:00

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Although John’s intention to bind the siren didn’t come as a surprise, hearing him say it aloud made Gabe’s conscience squirm.

John extended his hand toward the living room. “Come, why don’t we make ourselves comfortable while we discuss the issue. David, coffee.”

The giant of a butler bowed and moved into the kitchen, graceful and silent for a man of his size.

The wolfhounds waited until Allegra and Gabe followed their master, then padded along behind them. Although the hounds kept their distance, Gabe angled his head to keep them in his periphery as they entered the living room.

“I assure you they mean you no harm,” John said without turning around. “I simply keep them for the company. And to ensure no one decides my collections are worth the trouble of sneaking into my house.”

His reassurance caught Gabe off guard. He didn’t think he’d let his mask of neutrality slip so far. He allowed the moment to pass without comment, not wanting to confirm John’s assumptions about his state of mind, and turned his attention to the room, which was even more awe-inspiring than the foyer.

A plush purple carpet covered the floor, surrounding a rich collection of gray-upholstered furniture that sprawled across the open space. Three couches and six large chairs were scattered in various circles, flanking the gold-gilded tea service that was laid out on the wide coffee table in the middle of the room. Curio cabinets lined the walls, each shelf covered in artifacts and art from around the world. Gabe passed one cabinet that boasted Egyptian coins and another that displayed a lapis lazuli-studded gravy boat. One shelf of treasures would have been worth his entire apartment building, if not a dozen of them. Gabe might have believed he’d accidentally transported them to a national museum if the view from the window wasn’t of a quiet suburban street.

He settled himself on one of the gray couches beside Allegra, while John made himself comfortable in a tall wingback chair. The deep tick-tock of the mahogany grandfather clock beside the window filled the silence as they relaxed into their seats. John brushed his fingers over the head of one of the wolfhounds as it passed by, and a jolt of surprise passed through Gabe when the dog’s fur ruffled at the touch. He eyed the beast closely, using the strength of his Fae blood to make out the illusion around it: the shell of corporeal matter that housed the ethereal spirit beneath. Like a ghost walking around with a bedsheet draped over it.

A crackling fire popped cheerfully in the marble grate, and the two dogs arrayed themselves in front of it, content to stretch out and soak up the heat. They appeared to fall asleep, but each time Gabe shifted a leg, the dog nearest him cracked its eye open to follow the movement.

John steepled his fingers and rested his head against the back of his chair. He looked tired — more so than when he had come to Gabe’s apartment. He rubbed his brow as his gaze jumped between the two of them, finally settling on Gabe.

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