I nod nervously. That sounded like a threat.
I head over to Fenton’s Books next. Caspian’s friend Ann-Sabrina owns it.
I’ve met her once, during the Living History Day.
I like her, although she also scares me a little.
“Come in and craft your Shadow Daddy,” she says the second I step in.
When mine is finished, she laughs. “You created Caspian.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say, examining the unmistakably Caspian-shaped figure.
I lift my chin. “If anyone is a Shadow Daddy it’s Caspian. But instead of shadows, he has light.”
“So he’s a Light Daddy?” Ann-Sabrina looks delighted.
I blush. “He’s my romance hero,” I inform her, feeling lame, but apparently I said something very wise because Ann-Sabrina reaches for a tissue and dabs her eyes.
“Christ, you two are perfect for each other.”
She smiles at me. “Help me arrange the trophy shelf. The heroes with the most prominent abs go on the right.”
We’re deep in a debate about hot vampire abs versus hot Fae abs when Steve Pell wanders in.
“Have you seen Harold?” he asks Ann-Sabrina. Then he tilts his head, squinting at the shelf.
“Damn.” He lets out a wolf whistle.
“I’d let that vampire drain me any Tuesday.”
“Ew, Steve,” Ann-Sabrina says, almost dropping the book.
“Why would Harold be here, anyway? I don't sell Ten Ways to Ramble and Annoy or whatever the hell he reads.”
I giggle.
“I wanted to ask him about the lakeside property Ryan Rutherford is buying,” Steve says casually.
Everything in me halts.
My heart skips a beat, then starts thumping a frantic rhythm against my ribs.
“He’s moving,” Steve adds. “Buying the lot right next to Caspian’s property line.”
CHAPTER 63 – CASPIAN
This time it’s not coffee I bring—it’s a mirror.
I hope my sister doesn’t like what I show her.
Penelope looks up from her desk when I knock. For a split second her facesoftens into surprise before it hardens into sharper, more familiar lines.
“I’m getting deja vu of you visiting me without prior notice.”
I close the door behind me.
I don’t sit, and she doesn’t ask me to.
