Trinkets, Treasures, And Other Bloody Magic - Plot & Excerpts
Okay, I didn’t have a front stoop. A necromancer was sitting on the front steps of my apartment building. A fledgling necromancer, to be more exact. Morana Novak, aka Rusty’s sister, to be very specific. I hadn’t known Rusty even had a sister, not until after he died. She didn’t know me well enough to know I always entered my apartment through the bakery alley exit. But, neither did Desmond, seeing as how he’d pulled up on West Fourth Avenue rather than around the back. We had managed to not actually speak to each other for the remainder of the drive down the mountain from Squamish. Kett had hopped out at a stoplight in the middle of downtown, and Desmond had continued to drive Kandy and me into Kitsilano without missing a beat. He’d pulled up right in front of my bakery, Cake in a Cup. Since it was now north of midnight, West Fourth was dead quiet. Having jumped out the moment Desmond slid the SUV to a stop at the curb, I now found myself staring at the young teen, who was glowering at me from the third stair to my and Kandy’s apartments.
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