Kallisto's POV
We walk hand-in-hand on the beach, lost in our worlds as the beautiful chaos of beachgoers and surfers surrounds us. Apex tugs me toward the sidewalk, saying, "Let's go over here. There's something I want to show you."
We walk away from the beach and across the street to a row of glitzy storefronts. Although I expect us to enter one of the expensive boutiques, we enter a storefront with no name.
Immediately, I feel at home, looking around at occult products. I gasp, looking at Apex.
"We have about twenty minutes," he tells me with a wink. He pulls out his wallet and extends me a black credit card. "Buy whatever you want."
I don't accept his card, saying proudly, "I have money."
His jovial expression changes to an unreadable one. Studying him, I see a flash of anger in
