“No,” I said calmly as I went back to pulling a beer. It was finally quieter in her place. Most of the regulars were werewolves and some roughneck offshoots. Offshoots were the odd magical breeds like me. I thought the guy in the corner might be part mer-something. Water kept trickling over his flesh when he thought people weren’t looking. And he smelled like seaweed. Even with the weird smell in the air, I was happy the cats were no longer crowding into the bar. Very happy.I could almost breathe.And I’d been coasting along just fine until TJ had thrown that number in my face.“It won’t pay a whole lot, but if you don’t take the job, nobody else is going to, and the poor girl is out of luck.” TJ talked like she hadn’t heard my no. Even though I knew she had. “I just hope she doesn’t try to go down there herself. She tried talking to Sam one time and—” “Sam.”The bottle of Redcat I’d been putting up shattered in my hand. The fumes of the alcohol were strong enough that I felt a little dizzy and it didn’t help that the potent stuff was also seeping into the cuts on my hand from the bottle I’d busted.
