#Chapter23-01In the dawn of another god-awful, rainy day, Little Moon's shop blinked into view. It was a bright flare among a row of bland buildings. It was a slither of colour against a grey-washed collection of architecture
This was a bad idea. I didn't need a fortune teller to know that much— Ironically enough, the decal sticker in the wide, cluttered window was the silhouette of hands scrying over a crystal ball.
Yup. Life was toying with me. Hardy-f*****g-har.
"This better be f*****g worth it," I grumbled, glaring across the street. Hot air pillowed through the Audi's air vents, a blanket of warmth that emphasised just how unappealing the downpour was beyond the safety of the windows. "Because there's rock bottom, and then there's this."
Jonathan, who was making himself at home in
