Raven
The bell above the front door chimed softly. I didn't look up right away, only said, "Welcome in, I'll be with you in a moment," quietly.
Amy had gone home earlier with a migraine, and the quiet felt heavier without her. I was restocking a display shelf, trying not to think about Nico's hands, Dominic's voice, the way my body still remembered both of them far too clearly. I had been staying with them this past week, and I was having a hard time being away from them right now.
"Good evening," I said as I finished my task and turned.
When I looked up, the woman standing at the counter looked like money. Cold. Polished. Expensive in a way that didn't try to hide it.
"I'm just browsing," she said coolly. I detected the hint of an accent in her voice. Was that Russian?
I forced a
