She carefully tucked the dagger into the waistband of her skirt to avoid having the cops called on her and stepped inside the store with no idea how to use a foreign couch as her gateway into the Palace. She’d only ever used the one at Justin’s house before.The huge space held rows of beds, a wall covered with television sets, full kitchen displays, a sea of dining room sets, a vast array of armchairs, and a horde of couches. White, black, brown, and beige dominated the room with splashes of color on the upholstered pieces and chrome in the kitchens. Claire figured familiarity might help and edged toward the couches, checking for a brown leather one.“Can I help you?”Not expecting to be noticed and accosted, Claire jumped. Enion dove for her hips and searched for a pocket, only to discover she had none. He wriggled under the back of her shirt.“I’m so sorry!” The woman who’d addressed her touched the shoulder Enion had been sitting on only moments ago. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”Claire waved her off.
