Memoirs of a Dragon Hunter by Katie MacAlister

Author:Katie MacAlister
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
Published: 2018-08-27T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

“I DON’T FEEL RIGHT ABOUT THIS AT ALL,” IAN SAID, shifting uncomfortably in the seat of his car.

“You’re just being precious,” Sasha said, making a face at herself in the mirror affixed to the pull-down visor. She had changed her hairstyle three times in as many minutes and was now trying a fourth.

“I am not precious,” he said, irritated by her new latest favorite word. Last week it had been “dude.” The week before, it was “douchecanoe.” He supposed that given those last two choices, he really had nothing to complain about. “I simply do not like doing things in an underhanded manner. Where did you put it?”

“Pencil jar on her desk. How do you feel about hair coiled into circles over the ears? Is it too medieval? Would mortals gawk at that look? Would it make me look too precious?”

“It would make the geek population happy,” he said, wondering how to explain the phenomenon of Star Wars movies to someone who had never experienced them. There were so many ways Sasha was an innocent, and yet she knew more than he could even imagine. “How good is the range on that microphone? I don’t hear anything.”

Sasha dug through the enormous bag she’d taken to carrying and pulled out a pair of oversized sunglasses, slipping them on before judging her appearance in the mirror. “That’s because no one is there yet. If you look closely, you’ll see the lights are off in the chicky’s office.”

“Chicky?” Ian was aware that he was unusually prickly this morning. He very much wished he could spend the day with Veronica, but she had claimed a prior commitment and dashed off before he could persuade her that time with him was a better use of her day.

Then there was the fact that he needed to find the courier and rescue the esprits before Falafel found them.

“Chicky, yes. You know, the one who works there.”

“The Witness, you mean?”

Sasha waved an airy hand. “Whatever she’s called.”

Ian wondered briefly how someone could be so old and yet have so little grasp of the beings of the Otherworld. “Witnesses are what we call those members of the Church of the Mortified Flesh of the Anguished Witness.”

“Hmm.” She studied her reflection. “The magazine you got me said I should add highlights to my hair for the summer in order to set off my healthy bronzed complexion. How do I get these highlights? Is there a pen or a wand or a glamour, or something?”

“You go to a store like a normal person, and shop in the hair care aisle. Beyond that, I don’t know. I’m going to give it five more minutes, and then go. I can’t wait here all morning.”

“I think you should stay.” Sasha’s voice was muffled since she all but had her head in the bag while she dug out something else. It turned out to be a headband with two long springs that wobbled in all directions, topped with golf ball–sized blobs of red and yellow yarn.

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