“No idea.”
She held up her book proudly. It depicted a bare-chested man with a
cropped beard sitting astride a motorcycle. The title was Rumble Strip: Bayou
Biker Bears, Book 1.
My mouth dropped. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“I like what I like.” She shrugged and handed the book to the man.
“Anyway, being in Magic Side has really broadened my horizons.”
But biker werebears? Disgusting.
I crossed my arms. “Let’s get this over with. Time is ticking.”
The bookseller slid aside a panel in the wall and placed the books into a
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cubby. He closed it and pulled a cord. Soft squeaking sounded as the
dumbwaiter descended, and the wheels of my impatience spun. After what
seemed like an endless time, in which none of us spoke to each other, the
dumbwaiter rumbled back up and dinged.
The bookseller opened the door, revealing two books but only one glass,
which was filled with a finger of golden-brown liquid. He handed it to
Savannah. “You’re welcome to head downstairs, miss.”
She took a sip. “Whoa. This is nice.”
The demon grinned. “The bartender must have liked your taste.”
“What about me?” I growled, warning resonating in my voice.
He handed me the book I’d selected. “You’re welcome to sit in our
reading lounge and enjoy perusing Enchanting Your Yacht. ”
I felt my wolf clawing at my chest with irritation.
Rip his face.
Teeth bared, I glanced at Savannah, whose smug expression did nothing
to improve my mood.
I slammed my claws into the desk and leaned forward, letting my alpha
presence wash over the demon. “You’re going to let us both in.”
The demonic bookseller backed up but didn’t seem entirely cowed.