A Deal With the Devil
October 16th,
As soon as I saw the Jersey Devil walk into the shop, I knew it was going to be a long day.
Jacob Leeds ducks his head as he walks through the doorway. He’s wearing a heavy, oversized coat that hides his wings and a pair of frayed denim jeans too long for his legs. This is just as well, since the pant legs dusting the floor hide his hooves. He’s clutching a brown paper back in his gloved hands. Even with his glamour active, his face is unnaturally wide and his jaw has a stark Neanderthal look.
I check to make sure Anastasia is busy with other customers and wave for Jacob to follow me to my office. He tilts his head and stares blankly at me, but then his eyes widen with recognition and he follows me.
As soon as I close the door, he drops the brown ba
