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"I am sorry, sir, but we're closed for tonight," I said. "I don't have the keys to the register, and I am afraid I have to ask you to leave," I lied. Of course I have the keys. I am the owner.He replied, "I am not here for the puny plants that will just die when their purpose in life is gone nor the useless remedies that you sell. I am here for you. You, a human, a traitor to your own kind, to marry such filth, not of your own kind. To mate with it. You are a disgrace to your people." He snarled. I started to get scared. Here was a man who looked human but felt like evil in every way. Something told me that this man had no good left in his soul.Pushing the feeling aside, I replied, "I don't know what you mean. I am married, yes. But I don't understand what you mean when you say he isn't human. Of course he is human. What else could he be?" I mused. He didn't speak; instead, his eyes darkened to an even more violent shade.Taking a step back, I tried another angle, asking him, "Why do you think my husband is not human?"Frowning, he replied, "Your husband is none other than a mangy flea–bitten mutt. He spends his days as a human, but then at nights, when you aren't looking, he is a wolf." For a moment, his face transformed, giving it a look of pure evil."No, he isn't," I retorted. "If he isn't human, then neither are you. I noticed your face when you called him a wolf. I saw you transform."He laughed, a dry, throaty sort of laugh. One that had no humor behind it. "No. I am not human. You see, I am what you humans fear most."He advanced on me. Indeed fearing him and what could happen if he got close, I walked around to the counter where I knew all the knives and scissors were kept. I grabbed one and aimed it at his heart.Little did I know, that night would change my life forever. My knowledge of the world and everyone in it wasn't anywhere near the truth. Beings, creatures whom I had only read about, walked about the earth, hiding from humankind, and I must admit, they did so very well.Well, almost. Turns out there were a few humans who knew about the supernatural world. And they didn't like sharing the world. They did not like it one bit.
Moriah Jordan | 9781638602279 | FIC009050 | book-has-featured-image
