Soulfire by Juliette Cross

Author:Juliette Cross [Cross, Juliette]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, fantasy, Series, Young Adult, New Adult, 9781616505615
Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corp.
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

“Thank you. Come again.”

My hangover finally subsiding, I could actually force myself to smile. I took the two plastic-wrapped dresses and steered Moira out the door.

“Here, I’ll hold them, Jessen. You still look pale.”

“Thanks, Muffin. Happy?”

“Yes!” She beamed, automatically lightening my sour mood. “My dress is beautiful. And yours is, too.”

Having Father’s credit card encouraged me to buy the two most expensive gowns I could find and outrageously pricey shoes to match. Petty revenge, but I was not above getting what little satisfaction I could.

“You deserve it.” I linked my arm with hers as we walked along the storefronts. “Hey. How about we get a cup of coffee together? And a piece of that double-chocolate cake you like.”

“Oh, yes. I’d love to.”

I steered her left, away from the car. Passing an accessory shop, I noticed a Morgon woman adjusting handbags in the display window. She glanced at us and smiled before resuming her work.

“Interesting, isn’t it.”

“What is, Moira?”

“Morgons working in human retail stores. My teacher said we’re in a progressive age where humans and Morgons must learn to work alongside each other.”

“She did, did she?”

“Mm-hmm. She says it’s better to be more tolerant, and then both species will flourish together.”

“Smart teacher.”

“Yep. She is.”

I could hear the admiration in Moira’s voice. For a fifteen-year-old, sheltered under the watchful eye of our father, she was wildly bright and perceptive. She was what some called an old soul.

Her brow pushed together into a frown. “There are some kids who don’t agree with her.”

“Hmph. I’m sure there are.” I slid her a knowing glance, whispering conspiratorially, “But I think she’s right.”

Moira giggled, still one of the sweetest sounds I’d ever heard. “I do, too,” she whispered back.

I gazed up the wall of glassy skyscrapers, catching a glimpse of a Morgon winging onto a rooftop. Morgon-owned buildings primarily housed Morgon-owned shops on the top floor. Humans stayed street-level with various offices on other floors. Most owned and rented property on the other side of Gladium Province where the Cade Empire squatted like a tentacled behemoth. Morgons still kept to the west side. But these few blocks of the Warwick District were the blurring line where the two merged, sharing space and apparently working together as evidenced at the handbag store.

Considering whether Morgons would ever own street-level businesses and cater to humans outright, the familiar crest of three black dragons caught my eye. A small imprint at the bottom of an etched name in glass read “Flaming Hearts Art Gallery.” My pulse pumped faster.

“Muffin? You mind if we step inside? I’d like to take a look in this gallery.”

“Sure.”

A Morgon woman smiled at us when we entered. I’d never seen wings her shade—deep indigo. She fluttered her delicate wings and did a double take. She frowned before plastering a serene, welcoming expression onto her pretty face.

“Good day, ladies. Please let me know if I can assist you in any way.”

I nodded in greeting. A Morgon art gallery for human patrons. How interesting. And I knew exactly which clan owned it.

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