“The Medusa Lounge,” she said, disdain in her voice. “Noah, be careful.”
“I promise, I won’t stare directly into her face. No creature is turning me to stone. Not even you.” He tossed a smile her way. “Though you might want to run a comb through that, might be snakes in there after all.”
Her laugh followed him up the two flights of stairs, where he was finally able to shut the door—and the world—behind him. Turning the lock was like being granted an order of protection. He’d gained a lot of information in the past twenty-four hours, and it was only now—alone, closed off, devoid of obligation until he reported for work—that he could take stock of where his life had taken him. A month-plus into his stay in Cane’s Inlet had slipped by and he felt he’d managed only to deepen the mystery of h
