“Thank you, bye.” She lets out in a rush, almost as if she wanted us to leave. And then she disappears into the back, stepping through the two black curtains.
As we step out from the shop, I hand Genevieve her amethyst.
“Do you know that witch?” I ask her.
“No, why?”
“She looked freaked out when she saw you.”
“Did she? That’s strange, I can't remember that I’ve ever seen her before. I didn’t recognize her. But she was one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen.” Her head nods as she speaks.
I don’t bother telling Genevieve how much the witch reminded me of my dear mother.
Chapter 13
Genevieve
As we exit the shop, confusion spreads through me as I think of the witch. I didn’t see the way she looked at me, but for some reason, I trust Ector. The more I consider it, the odder the feeling becomes. But she simply must’ve mistaken me for someone else.
The thought of her vanishes as soon as I see a bookshop further down the street.
”Ector, there’s a bookshop!” I say in excitement as I spread my wings, lifting from the ground and speeding forward to get there faster. But when I get there, I remember that Ector refuses to fly.
Flying back to him, I grab his arm, “Come on, Ector!” A small smile appears on his mouth as he starts walking faster.
As we reach the bookshop, the first thing I notice is the intricate details. This shop is totally different from the one we just came from.
This one is built in stone, a sandy beige color with a tint of yellow bliss. Flowers are growing on the outside walls, and the same flowers are dangling in the big windows inside, most of them being in the pretty tone of orange.
“Are you just going to stand here and stare at the building or are we going inside to look through some books?” Ector interrupts my thoughts.
“Iamgoing inside.”
The front door to this shop is in a wonderful jewel-like color. I reach for the crown golden doorknob and twist it.Click.The door opens and as I take a step inside, all I can see before my eyes is books.
Books, books, books, everywhere.
Heaven.
“Ector, am I still alive?” I ask him enchantingly.
“Uhm yes, I’m pretty sure you are.”
This is wonderful! The bookshelves fill every single wall, every space possible. And where a bookshelf doesn’t fit, huge book stacks rise instead. I can’t help but to start giggling.
I want to live here. I want to live in a bookshop, I want to live inthisbookshop.
Immediately, I start searching for my favorite author. Searching for tomes holding spells of fated mates and love stories.
”What are you looking for?”
“One of my favorite authors.” I say, my face holding a bright expression.
“You read a lot? You must be very smart.” He answers with a smirk.
Looking at him, my eyes go wide and my cheeks turn rosy. Instead of answering him, I just continue walking deeper into the bookshop. Too shy to admit what other genres I’ve read.
I want to find a new book that I haven’t heard of, I love supporting new authors. Continuing to browse through the shelves, I don’t find anything that catches my attention.
