Chapter Twenty-Five
I thought the streets near the Den were dark, but they’re nothing compared to the west side. The deeper we walk, the more shadows surround us. I can see how Jonathan Scott manages to maneuver here, especially if he’s familiar with these alleys.
Penny seems familiar enough, leading me with a steady gait, if a worried expression. She tugs me to the side to avoid a particularly deep pothole in front of a diner. Light spills out of frosted windows, revealing cracked leather booths, mostly empty. A waitress fills a coffee cup at one of the tables. Her uniform is a drab blue, like the one that Penny wore when Damon carried her. I can still remember his hands tearing the fabric from her cold body.
“You worked here?”
She gives me a small smile. “Since I turned thirteen.”
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