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I shook off the rain as I entered my shop and punched in the security code. Thanks to my sister Delilah,
the alarm not only kept an eye out for thieves, it picked up on spies too. And we needed that peace of
mind, considering just who we were and where we were from.

My foot made a squishing sound as I limped over to my favorite chair and slid off my four-inch heels,
picking up one of the strappy sandals. As I wiped off the designer shoe, it crossed my mind that being
half-Faerie had its perks.

I hadn't spent a fortune on the shoes. In fact, they'd been a gift from the local Faerie Watchers Club
members who liked to frequent my shop.

When they saw me coveting the shoes in a catalog, they'd shown up a couple days later with a bag from
Nordstrom. I'd debated accepting the gift about thirty seconds; then desire won out, and I graciously
thanked the club for their gesture while sliding into the shoes, which were a perfect fit, I might add.

I examined the sandal, deciding that it had suffered no permanent damage. After drying my feet and
reuniting them with their favorite heels, I took out my notebook and looked over my to-do list. I had
books to shelve and orders to fill, and I'd agreed to play hostess to the Faerie Watchers' monthly book
club meeting. They'd be here at noon. Delilah would be out on a case the greater part of the day, and of
course my other sister, Menolly, was asleep.

Might as well get to work. I switched on the stereo and "Man in the Box" by Alice in Chains echoed
through the store. Later, I'd switch to classical, but for early morning when the store was empty and I
was alone, it was all about me. Longing for something interesting to happen, I grabbed a box of new
paperbacks and had begun to shelve them when the bell over the door jingled, and Chase Johnson
dashed in. Not the kind of interesting I was hoping for.

He folded his umbrella, then dropped it into the elephant-shaped stand by the door. As he slid out of his
long trench and hung it on the coat rack, I studiously kept my eyes on the book I was sliding onto the
shelf. Great, just what I needed to make the day brighter. The letch of the year dogging my tail again.
Appreciation was nice. Glomming, not so much. Chase was far from being my favorite human; he didn't
even make the top-ten list, and I did my best to frustrate him whenever possible. Nice? Maybe not. But
fun? Definitely.

"We need to talk. Now, Camille." Chase snapped his fingers and pointed at the counter.

I fluttered my eyelashes at him. "What? You aren't going to try to sweet-talk me first? I'm hurt. You
could at least say please."

"Your attitude's showing again." Chase rolled his eyes. "And can you turn down that racket?" Shaking his
head, he snorted. "You come all the way from Otherworld, and what do you listen to? Heavy metal
crap."

"Eh, shut up," I said. "I like it. Has more life than a lot of the music I grew up on." At least he hadn't tried
to grope me, although the lack thereof should have been my first clue that something was wrong. If I'd
paid more attention to my intuition rather than my irritation, I'd have packed up my gear, turned in my
resignation, and headed home to Otherworld that very afternoon.

I reluctantly set Grisham down on the table next to Crichton so they could have a nice little chat and
slipped behind the counter, turning the stereo down but not off. The Indigo Crescent was my bookstore