Werewolves of New York: Dontae by Faleena Hopkins

Author:Faleena Hopkins [Hopkins, Faleena]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Science Fiction & Fantasy, Fantasy, Paranormal & Urban, Superheroes, Superhero
Amazon: B013V17HYQ
Publisher: Hop Hop Publications
Published: 2015-08-12T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

“Oh, I love your sitting room,” Catherine smiled. “Is this the original wallpaper?”

The kind old man beamed, reaching over to touch the faded colors nearest him. “Yes, indeedy! I make sure the cleaning lady uses only damp towels for her. Just a little dusting is all she needs.” He received a big smile from the newest arrival, because Catherine had slept more soundly than expected. She’d embarked on her journey a little after ten that morning, stopping for a good lunch along the way. Now it was 5:45 P.M. and all she wanted to do was relax a bit and then go find that tasty crustacean she’d been dreaming about.

“Well, it’s just perfect. I saw the sign and couldn’t believe it. You have no idea, sir, but this place is exactly what I need. So charming!”

“How long are you staying, Ms…?”

“Zenith. And I think I’ll stay a few days. Is that okay? I didn’t make a reservation. Do you have a room available for that long?”

He made a sweet noise and waved his hand. “This close to winter means we have room! I only have one other guest at the moment and he’s leaving tonight.”

“Well, it’s my lucky day,” Catherine smiled as she handed him her credit card and took the extended key. “Are the rooms numbered?”

“They are.” He swiped the charge. “You’ll be in number three. It’s just up the stairs. Sign here. Oh…” He read her card. “Catherine. That’s a pretty name. My wife’s name was Eleanor.”

“That’s a pretty name, too,” Catherine smiled. He had a very soothing way about him, and she continued to feel more and more like she was about to get all the rest she sorely needed.

With nostalgia in his eyes, he said, “She and I bought this place in the fifties. Turned it into a B&B after the kids went away to college. She loved making pancakes for strangers. My wife was the best hostess in all of Maine, no lie!”

Admiring the love, she respectfully asked, “When did you lose her?”

He handed her back her card. “Eight very long years ago. But she’s with me still. I hear her on the steps sometimes. She’s waiting for me to join her. I just know it.”

Catherine smiled, her heart aching a little. “I’m sure she is.”

“You want me to carry your suitcase?” He looked to be around seventy-five and while he wasn’t bent over with age, he certainly didn’t look stronger than she.

“I’ve got it, thank you.”

“Nonsense!” He came out from behind the desk and wrapped wrinkled, spotted hands around the rolling bar, shoving it down like a man who’s done it zillions of times. Lifting the case with more ease than she gave him credit for, he threw her a huge grin. “I’m Thomas Willoughby. You need anything, just ask. And there are towels and extra blankets in the hall closet. Help yourself like this was your own home.”

“You’re so sweet, Thomas, thank you.” She followed him up the stairs. “Oh, is this

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