Blind Tiger (The Pride Book 1) by Jordan L. Hawk

Author:Jordan L. Hawk [Hawk, Jordan L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-03-18T18:30:00+00:00

14

Sam floated through the rest of the night, buoyed by an unfamiliar sense of accomplishment. He’d had a job to do, and despite the less-than-ideal circumstances, he’d done it.

The hex itself, though complicated in appearance, was simple in use. Presumably the doorman at The Black Rabbit would use it as a sort of identification spell.

Not the easiest thing to copy. Well, forge, if he was going to be honest about it. But he’d done it.

Everyone else was happy, too. Or at least pleased with him. He’d gotten more than one clap on the back, and Philip had actually cheered, which earned a glare from Alistair for some reason.

He finished the last few hours of his work shift, clearing tables and washing dishes, humming to himself the whole time. Maybe Alistair was right. Maybe he could make a go of hexwork. He couldn’t step into Eldon’s place—he didn’t know enough yet to feel confident creating something new. But the vast majority of hexmen were just copiers anyway.

And it would pay better than most jobs he was likely to get. Enough for him to get his feet under him, rent an apartment. He’d try to get one in Towertown if he could, so he would be close enough to come over to The Pride on the weekends.

He lowered the dish he was washing, staring into the water. That was the one thing he’d miss. The camaraderie.

And Alistair.

He’d miss waking up in bed together, even though they tried to stay on their own sides. Having breakfast across the table, talking about the news, or music, or whatever topic came up.

God. He really was a mess sometimes.

Once the last stragglers were gone, and the last dishes done, he and Reinhold adjourned to the main room where everyone else had already gathered. “There he is!” Philip exclaimed, and popped the cork off a bottle of champagne chilling in a silver bucket.

Heat crept up Sam’s face. Alistair sat back in his chair, arms folded across his chest, and frowned at Philip. “It’s a bit premature to be celebrating, isn’t it?”

“We have to take what victories we can,” Reinhold said, sitting beside Teresa.

“Exactly.” Philip took out white grape juice and mixed Sam a mock champagne. “You don’t have to drink with us if you don’t want to, Alistair.”

“I just don’t want to lose sight of the big picture. This was step one. Step two is getting inside The Black Rabbit and looking for some clue as to whether Ursino is the one behind all this.” He paused. “Adamo Vescovi’s back in town.”

“He’s out of jail already?” Wanda asked, taking a glass of champagne from Philip.

“That’s the man I met tonight?” Sam asked. “He was in jail?” For a moment, he felt a bit concerned he’d been consorting with a criminal—then wanted to smack himself in the face when he remembered he was currently surrounded by criminals. Technically he hadn’t sold any alcohol himself, which was the illegal part, but he doubted a court of law would see it that way.

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