Not that I was hiding from them. They knew about our shop. I put on a human façade to keep them happy, and counted myself lucky that they hadn’t called me in for another meeting. I had helpers. Three of us, a vampire, a werewolf and a witch, were running the store. We posed as humans, while an assortment of incarnates filtered in and out, looking for information. They were usually glad to find us. Few of them suspected that a place such as this could even exist. Then there were our human patrons, high school and college kids looking for CDs, books, or clothes. God, how I hated them, with their normal lives and boring problems. They complained about the pettiest things: dating, clothes, school…If they could walk a mile in my shoes. And here was Chris Godfrey, the only human I could tolerate, leaning on the counter, trying to hustle me over some CDs. He was at least a head taller than my 5’7”, but as he leaned over to rifle through a pile of CDs, he gave up the height advantage.
