#Chapter46-03
I knew he was. I had messaged him back in advance, but it seemed polite to ask. She nodded, flipped the counter for me to squeeze through and pointed to the back room. "He's in the kitchen. Kindly tell him that if what was in the fridge was for him, I would have put his name on it."
I promised I would and made my way into the back. The kitchen was a cosy little slab that seemed to merge between a modern home and industrial. There was a walk-in freezer that Deacon had joked that they stored the bodies of all those that they had cursed—he kept mocking me because I was still convinced that he had used some sort of hoodoo on me—and a storage unit, but they were not really used.
The shop had once been a food place and Talia had never felt the need to have the freezer removed fo
