The Dark City Chronicles ⁓ Book One
The creatures of evil won't stand a chance! The Demon's Reprisal is an action-packed novel with spicy romance, seductive vampires, dark humor, budding love, and the everlasting bonds of friendship.
After the death...
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The summer sun beats down mercilessly. Outside the window, people walk to and fro, going about their lives while trying to ignore the heat that seems intent on eradicating all living things.
Even in the shop, with the fan oscillating cool air, it's sweltering. The smell of the old books taking residence on the floor-to-ceiling bookshelves is more profound in the hot weather. The sulfuric scent of spell components and the fragrance of incense hang heavy in the air.
"You're going under," Reid remarks.
Kane chooses to overlook the chin digging into his shoulder. If any fingers come close to tickling him, he's going to flip the twerp over the wooden counter. "Thanks for the input." He focuses on running his fingertip down the sheet of paper, across numbers, and scrawling inventory, all in the negative. "Go home if you're going to linger. You're annoying me."
Reid laughs softly.
Lucky for him, because he's so close to Kane's ear, he'll get a good pinch to his thigh if he's too loud.
Reid drapes an arm over Kane's shoulder. He runs a finger over the paper records. "You'll need to open on the weekends. Also, spend your time here doing more jobs — not for Asha, just for yourself for a little bit. It'll be a few months, but you'll break even."
"Look at you," Kane says with a snort verging on a laugh. "Actually being helpful."
Any admiration Kane might have been nursing for that admittedly good advice is gone when a pair of hands are slapped over his eyes, blinding him and taking his focus away from the very important shit he should be doing. He resists the urge to growl.
