13
The Treasure Chest wasn’t far from Fawn’s place, closer to downtown Portland, and even though it was getting late, I knew it was still open.
Killian stared at the building after we parked the car and walked toward it. A metal door, a narrow window full of junk, and terrible yellow painting, squeezed between a shoe repair shop and a liquor store. “What kind of place is this?”
“A pawn shop,” I told him. “At least on the outside.” I pushed the door open and gestured for him to follow me.
“Welcome to The Treasure Ch—“ The tall and wide man behind the counter started, but once his eyes met mine, his face fell. “Oh, it’s you.”
“Hi, Rex.” I waved at him and made my way to the counter.
Rex’s eyes settled on Killian. He sniffed the air and inhaled deeply. “A vampire, and a powerful one at
