“You guys have been here before?” I asked, stepping into Arsenal’s Trinket Shop on the outskirts of town.
Glancing around the shop, I scrunched up my nose. For all the weird, unnecessary junk that the shop owner sold here, the shop was bustling with people of all backgrounds—from werewolf to human to demon and even an angel or two.
When I stopped to stare at an unusual device that looked like it could saw me right in half, Darius grabbed my hand and pulled me to the front register, where a scantily clad woman in nothing but a damn apron stood, smiling a bit too sweetly.
The thin apron straps barely covered her breasts. I mumbled under my breath, possessive of my guys and not wanting someone like her to even draw their eyes. I tightened my grip on Darius and dug my claws into Gaian’s bic
