Page 95 of Death and Donuts

“You’re in a good mood.”

“I am. We took a break after scrying to work on Anchor’s spell.”

“La-la-la-la,” I said, covering my ears.

She laughed and pulled my hands down.

“It’s fine. No details. I promise. Well, about that anyway.

“The scrying stone is really begging to be crushed. We haven’t had a decent lead yet. I’m thinking of heading back to the market. You want to come with?”

“No, thanks. That would probably send both Cross and Shepard through the roof.”

She made a face. “Will your keepers allow you to walk D.C. with me to look for the cat?”

“Doubtful,” I said as we went upstairs.

Shepard put Vena in VIP and me at the bottom of the stairs so I could sell the dessert drink combo to the regulars, which proved to be a success.

We were out of cheesecake within the first hour, and other patrons were full of questions about whether desserts would be common now. They were interested, and I listened to all their thoughts and feedback, making a ton of mental notes.

I was still riding my success high when a commotion broke out at the door several hours later.

“Feeders!” Army yelled from the door.

Every wolf inside Blur bolted for the main door.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

“Getto the emergency exit at the back of the stage!” Thomas yelled to the people in his section.

Vena appeared out of nowhere, grabbed my arm, and shoved me toward the stairs as the first feeder emerged from the swarm of bodies at the entrance.

“Get to his office,” Vena said as I scurried up the stairs.

I’d seen how the first feeder’s gaze had swept over the escaping people as if searching for something or someone.

We reached the office and bolted ourselves in. Pam was only a few seconds behind us, proving she’d listened. She joined me at the glass wall, and we watched the chaos below.

“I really need to find another job,” she said softly. “Working for werewolves is getting too risky.”

My gaze swung to hers, and she gave me a shaky smile. “Figured out they were werewolves after the last break-in.”

It made sense, considering the way Shepard and his guys were subduing the feeders.

The main area had just emptied of all Blur’s guests as they fled out the back exit when I saw a blip of movement near the stage door. It zipped from intruder to intruder, not interfering with the fight, just getting really close.

A second later, Cross stood in the middle of the room.

We couldn’t hear what he said, but all the fighting stopped.

“That can’t be good,” Pam said.

“It is. Trust me. It’s very good he’s here.”

“Who’s here?” Vena asked from her place by the door.

“Cross. He stopped them all from fighting.”

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