The first floor was a long marble foyer, cold and sterile despite its beauty. Wealth was apparent in every surface, and the people who stood behind the long rosewood counter all looked as if they had been created at a factory that churned out healthy, fit, white toothed clones. Jenna always felt ...
Blake and Connor were exerting all their talent to keep their wings hidden, but all of them were so dirty and exhausted that they would have attracted attention anyway. They managed to get themselves looking presentable and in a booth, and the waitress came over and asked, in a voice as tired as ...