Magic on the Line by Monk Devon

Author:Monk, Devon
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: PENGUIN group
Published: 2011-09-19T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Shame drove like there wasn’t another car on the road. Which was not true. My friendly little warnings and suggestions that he try not to double the speed limit fell on deaf ears. I decided I’d have fewer heart palpitations if I closed my eyes, so I did. With far less horn honking and screeching of brakes than I expected, we arrived at the den.

“You coming in with me?” I asked as Shame parallel-parked at about thirty miles an hour.

“Yes.”

I was actually glad about that. If magic was knocking me out, I couldn’t use it more than once to protect myself before I’d end up sucking pavement. I didn’t have my sword or blood blade on me. Which didn’t mean I couldn’t defend myself, under normal circumstances. But medicated and with a possible concussion weren’t exactly normal circumstances. I was not at my best.

Not that Shame was either. But he, at least, was in a killing mood. He probably wouldn’t feel the pain of a fight for a week.

Shame and I got out of the car and strolled down past Get Mugged. He looked in the window and scowled. I had no idea what he was scowling at, so I looked in too.

All I saw in there were a few people sitting at tables, reading, drinking coffee, and Grant, by the counter, talking to a man and laughing.

“Shame?” I said.

“Shut up.” He stormed off toward the den.

I glanced back in the shop, saw Grant lean a little closer to the man as he handed him back his change.

Oh. “You knew Grant was gay, didn’t you?” I asked as I caught up with Shame.

“Not talking about it.”

“Because I was sort of surprised when he and Terric hit it off back at the wake.”

Shame said nothing.

“I mean, I knew Grant was gay, but no one told me Terric was.”

“Terric is whatever Terric wants to be,” Shame said. “What difference does it make?”

“Well, it would have explained some of your behavior toward him.”

Shame spun. “That has nothing to do with him and me.”

“Doesn’t it?” I just looked at him. Offering no judgment, but accepting no bullshit.

I had to give it to him. He held my gaze for a full thirty seconds before he finally looked away.

“So none of your damn business,” he said.

“Agreed. But Grant is my friend. And so is Terric. I probably would have introduced them to each other before, if I’d known.”

“Terric doesn’t need your help introducing himself to people.” Shame had started walking again. “And I don’t give a damn who he’s with.”

I followed, a little slower, puzzling out Shame’s body language. I knew he wasn’t gay—he’d told me so, and at this point I could only assume he was being truthful. Since he and Zay and Terric all used to hang out together, I could guess he’d found out Terric was gay a long time ago.

Shame opened the lobby door, and I was right behind him. “You just find out recently about him?” I asked.

“About who?”

“Terric.”

Shame stopped before the bottom step.

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