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up against the side of my truck. Her sweater was too loose and kept slipping

off her shoulder, revealing a smooth stretch of perfect skin.

I was losing my senses and my godsdamned mind, but it was hard to pull

my eyes away. “You’ll be fine.”

When we reached the truck, she leaned against the door. “I can drive so

you can navigate.”

“Not a chance.”

She twisted her hair alluringly. “Come on, I like your truck.”

“Good.” I unlocked the doors and swung into the driver’s side. “Then

load up.”

A tortuous twenty minutes later, we parked along a side street and headed

to the bookshop. It was on the bottom floor of an old, art-deco office building

in an older part of the Circuit. On the window was an etched depiction of

Death reading a book and drinking a cocktail. Underneath, old-fashioned

letters spelled out The Bookshelf.

A bell on the door jingled as I pushed through. The place was a maze of

overflowing bookshelves that smelled of musty paper.

A red demon with curling horns smiled at me from behind a counter and

adjusted his spectacles at the two of us. “Can I help you? We have it all—

everything your eyes and imagination could desire.”

The only thing my eyes and imagination desired was my mate. I gritted

my teeth. It was like lying down on the tracks and wishing for a train to

arrive.

I scanned the place for the entrance. “We’re looking to meet a friend for a

drink. I think she’s already here. Which way in?”

The demon folded his massive fingers together. “Do you have a

membership or an invitation?”

“No,” I growled.

“Well, then, we’ll have to see if the bartender is interested.”

We didn’t have time for this sort of game. “Our friend is the Viper. She’s

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