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waiting long.”
    “Plus, I figured I could always ask you for my job back.”  He grinned, showing an alarming amount of teeth, trying to mask his hopefulness.
    Juliet gave him a long but not unkind look.  “Have you been attending anger management classes?”
    He scowled, and she could guess the answer.
    “Zane, I know it’s hard, but try to be patient.  You need to relax more.  Learn how to deal with things that irritate you.  I had to,” she added quietly.  Yep, she’d held a lot of anger in her younger days.  Being turned against her will and forced into servitude by a violent vampire master would do that to a girl.
    She could see the anger rising in him; his eyes shifted to black, but thankfully, they were interrupted.  It was probably the first and last time she’d be grateful for Christian Hawk’s presence.
    “Ah, Juliet.”
    He strode toward her, confident as always, not ignorant but uncaring of the appreciative glances of the simpering women he left in his wake.  Juliet withheld a sneer.  Chop her head off and stuff her neck with garlic if she ever looked at a man like that.
    “Christian,” she said politely.  She turned back to Zane, “I believe your quarry is on the move.”
    Juliet nodded in the direction of the portly man as he headed towards the kitchen.  Zane let out a soft expletive and stormed away.
    “Friend of yours?” asked Christian, his eyes roaming up and down her small body.  A lusty smile adorned his face.
    Her smile widened as the word creep sprang to mind.  “Former colleague.”  She slipped her hand into his arm.  “Escort me to the dining room?”
    His face lit up like the fourth of July.  She was very adept at dealing with creeps.  She’d had decades of practice.

Chapter Three
    Serpens City, a small bookshop – a cute one that doesn’t have a chain coffee shop and actually sells more books than greeting cards
    Georgie tidied the counter once again.  It was so perfectly organized that everything was now at right angles.  It had been a long day and her feet were killing her.  The long hours were one of the many perils of owning your own business, but she did love it.
    Sadly, she didn’t love it when customers came into the store five minutes before closing time and then refused to get the hell out.  By the unwritten laws of bookshops, every freaking night the place was dead for the final hour, and then someone decided to come in at the last minute.
    Her inner bird squawked hungrily.  The tuna panini she’d eaten for second dinner had been almost an hour ago, and she was hungry and desperate for supper.  Her bird was a large beast with a bottomless stomach.  She ate approximately nine small meals a day.  Not including snacks – because there is always room for snacks.
    She watched with ill-concealed irritation as her last customer flicked through a book called The Joy of Cooking with a Wok.  Seriously?  It was 10 pm – who needed to learn about the limited joys of cooking with a wok at that time of night?
    Georgie, stomach rumbling almost menacingly, approached.  In spite of her size, she wasn’t a dominant shifter, and she didn’t really like confrontations.  It was why she hired a wolf shifter to work in the shop - the obnoxious wolf shouted at her suppliers whenever they were late and dealt with their pervy landlord.  But, spurred by hunger, she was not going to sit back while this guy delayed her meal and treated her store as a library.
    “Excuse me, sir; we’re about to close.”  No, they were meant to close ten minutes ago – she was just too polite for her own good.  Damn her cowardly niceness!
    The male turned and smiled at her, making her inner bird flutter uneasily.  He was a good looking older guy, even with the wicked scar over his eyebrow, but he was also… cold – freeze your toes off cold.  His eyes held no warmth.
    “I’ll just be a minute,” he murmured.
    “Okay,” she said faintly.
    Georgie busied herself at