The Silver Stag by Yasmine Galenorn

Author:Yasmine Galenorn [Galenorn, Yasmine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Nightqueen Enterprises LLC
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

ANGEL GLANCED IN my cupboard, shaking her head. “Do you realize the only food we have here is the food that we brought from my place? Don’t you ever eat, woman?”

“I told you, I don’t cook. I can make boxed macaroni and cheese, I can open a can, and I’m pretty good with frozen dinners. Sandwiches are my forte. But you know as well as I do that I’ve never been good in the kitchen.” As a matter of fact, I hated to cook.

Loved to eat, hated to cook. They’d write that in my obituary.

“I’m surprised you managed to get this far living on what you do. What do you want for dinner? We have some ground beef, cheese, chips. I can make either patty melts or we can have nachos.”

“Nachos sound fine with me. You know I’m not that picky. As long as I get my caffeine, whatever food you put in front of me I usually eat.” I pulled out my laptop, firing it up on the table so I could talk to her while I was doing my research. The cat began winding around the keyboard until I gave him a good petting and set him down on the floor.

“What are you looking up?” She pulled out a pan and a spatula.

“Ghost hunting groups in the area.” Even though Talia was going to be doing some research, the connection had piqued my interest. I just wanted to see how many groups were out there.

“You should leave the office at the office,” Angel said, but she didn’t sound all that convincing. “Remember, no investigating without permission.”

“Don’t you talk. I know you’re thinking about her too. The girl with the pendant. Besides, I’m just looking up stuff on the internet. I’m not talking to anybody.” I glanced over at her, where she had started chopping tomatoes and peppers.

Angel set down the knife. “Yeah, I am. I just can’t get the fear and pain out of my head. Whatever was after her is terrifyingly huge. I’m not sure if I mean in stature, but big and powerful and violent. And it’s so hungry, and everybody looks like food.” Angel leaned against the counter, staring at her knife. “Everything I own is gone, Ember. My brother, my home, my car, my things… It’s as though my entire life has been ripped away and I feel like I’m in freefall.” The bravado of the day vanished and she burst into tears, leaning over to rest her elbows on the counter as she cried into the pile of tomatoes.

I pushed back the laptop, uncertain of what to say. We had always been there for each other. When my mother and father were killed, Angel and Mama J. kept me going. They had been my anchors and rocks. Now, Angel was the one who was adrift. DJ might still be alive, but he wasn’t around. And though Angel didn’t own anything worth a great deal, what she did have represented home to her and a connection to a mother who had cherished and valued her.

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