Untamed Fate (Magic Side: Wolf Bound 2)

Perhaps he had an innate resistance to being influenced.

Savannah pushed up beside me and wrapped her arm around mine in a

way that immediately soothed my temper and aroused my body. “Please. My

friend is a bit of a brute, and I don’t think he was taking you seriously. How

about I pick one for him?”

The demon, whose sudden nervous eye tic indicated he might be worried

I would crush his skull, nodded. “Yes. Let’s try again. Of course.”

I waited while Savannah went to the shelves and quickly returned.

“That was mercifully fast,” I grumbled.

“I saw it earlier and thought of you.”

She handed it over, and the man lowered it in the dumbwaiter.

It came back moments later with a very full glass of whiskey.

He nodded and handed me the glass. I lifted it to my nose. The aromas

were bold—honey, almond, and charred oak, with a soft hint of vanilla. I

took a sip and let the warm liquid linger in my mouth. “This is excellent.

What book did you offer?”

The bookseller held up a book with a couple of sweaty, steroid-pumped,

bare-chested, and tattooed men on the cover. Taming Bad Alphas. He leaned

forward and whispered, “It’s from our very spicy book section.”

I clenched my fists tightly and glared at Savannah.

She smirked. “It got us in, right?”

The bookseller placed the books on the to-be-reshelved-rack, but she

stopped him. “Actually, I think we want to buy those.”

Then she looked at me expectantly.

The gall.

“Fine. Whatever gets us in.” I slapped a fifty down. “Where’s the bar?”

The demon bagged Savannah’s books, then strode over to a shelf of

historical fantasy novels and pressed an emblem carved in the side. The shelf

slowly swung open, revealing a dark stairwell. A couple of red bulbs

flickered to life, and the demon bowed. “Welcome to The Bookshelf. You