Book 9 – Chapter Eight
Eralia’s POV Turning around I stumble past the small line of customers who are all huddled in thick coats, a few of them muttering bitterly about the unusual weather, and I head toward Mackenzie, who is just handing a young mother her change. ‘Sorry, I’m so sorry!’ I gasp as I round the counter, already unbuttoning my coat and reaching for an apron. ‘I missed my bus, I’ll make up the time I swear, just let me put my coat in the kitchen and I’ll be back to take over . . .’ Mackenzie’s gasp has me stilling, my gaze sweeping up to hers, to find her already heading toward me, dragging the apron from my hands and starting to try and dab my clothes as I frown in confusion. ‘My God, you are soaking’ my employer cries out, wiping futility at my clothing, ‘you must be freezing.’ I try to ward
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