#Chapter25-03
And hell, wasn't he just left with the urge to kick him.
"Sorry about him," Deacon apologised. "His social skills are non-existent at times. He's reliable though. And he makes a surprisingly great cup of tea, if you're interested?"
"No."
That polite smile was flung back at him like a loaded gun. "Of course. Here, if you'd like to come with me, I can talk freely."
The counter was a small slab that doubled as a cabinet. It was glass, shelves layering beneath the till. He pulled a book out from beneath one of them, flipped the page and slid it across.
The pages were thick and heavy. They were expensive. I could tell just by the way they felt against my fingertips. None of that cheap, thin paper s**t.
"We offer tarot readings, tea leaves, and runes readings. We also have t
