Baehrly Bitten (Goldie Locke and the Were Bears #2) by Reeves Elizabeth A

Author:Reeves, Elizabeth A [Reeves, Elizabeth A]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Elizabeth A Reeves
Published: 2013-07-09T04:00:00+00:00

Martin Swarm’s shop looked deceptively small from the outside. It was hardly more than a doorway off of the busy main ‘street’ of Magic Central. The inside was a completely different story, though. It was part museum, part curiosity shop, part hunting lodge, and all busily attended by Martin and his three Brownie helpers. It was rumored that one of them was his wife, but I’d never been able to tell which one.

“Don’t thank the employees,” I whispered to Donovan. “They don’t like it. If you want any service at all here you won’t thank them.”

He looked at me strangely, but accepted it like a trooper without asking a single question.

“Kodi!” Martin boomed in his deep bass voice as he came across the floor to meet us. As I had told Donovan, his head came up to about my hip in height—and he was particularly tall and old, for a gnome. “Hey, brother! How’s the moon treating you these days?”

Kodi beamed and slapped Martin on the back. The gnome grinned, though the blow almost sent him reeling.

“Goldie, my love,” he said, turning to me gallantly and kissing the back of my hand. “Please tell me that you’re ready to reconsider my proposal?”

“Sorry, Martin, I don’t think your wife would like it if you married me.”

“Ah, can’t hurt to ask.” He grinned. “Who’s your… friend?” He eyed Donovan with interest. “Hey! Any relation to Lenn Donovan? You look like him. Cute kid, that Lenn!”

“Um, yeah,” Donovan said, his surprise cracking through his blasé mask. “You knew my Pop-pop?”

“Knew him?” Martin bellowed. “We saved each other’s lives in the war! Good man, that Lenn. Tell him I said ‘hi’, will ya?”

I shook my head at Martin, remembering that Donovan didn’t have any family outside of his brother.

“Dude,” Martin said. “Lenn, too? I got to get me more immortal friends. All those Ordinaries keep dropping like flies on me. Anyway, kid. Any grandson of a man like Lenn is welcome here anytime.”

“I’ll remember that,” Donovan said, remembering not to thank the gnome.

“I like this kid,” Martin said. “Now, what brings you all here? I know it’s not my charming personality. You looking for some more poachers, Goldie? Anything peculiar on your radar?”

“Not poachers this time, Martin. We need a special license. Vampires.”

Martin frowned behind his bristling beard. “Vampires, eh? Hate the things. Wish we could just exterminate the whole lot of them. Lousy parasites. Three licenses, then? And I’m thinking you want the gear to go with them—am I right?”

“You’re right,” I told him. “You’re a peach, Martin.”

“That I am,” he said humbly. “That I am. Wouldn’t hurt if you told the old wife that. She thinks I’m ‘cantankerous’, whatever that means.”

He dug under the counter and started pulling out equipment. “Cat’s eye marbles,” he murmured, “to distract ‘em… vampires can’t resist picking up spilled marbles. I guess it’s ‘cause they don’t have any!” He guffawed at his own joke. “Then you have fire and beheading… not much you can do when a bloodsucking corpse is chasing after you!” He shook his head.

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