ing to make sure they got a room at the hotel in town instead of having to commute in. The festi

ar. Many people came to pay homage to The Women of the Moon. What they thought was a folk tale was really the telling of W

t seen him since but every so often she caught a whisp of his scent outside of her door. Being busy had also meant that she hadn’t

smile when he sat down at

ver, kissing her cheek. She foug

as a large number of orders came in. Her newest employee, Ca

ocks from here. It doesn’t have a great worksh

she murmured as she made three d

d see you eve

nd had to dump it out. She was rinsing the pitcher out when s

his pupils dilated. She leaned closer to his face, to

r her skin. He held on for a moment longer before he had to concede. She ga

Garin, her grandmother had told him. He was glaring daggers at him. Lyall looked towards Willow who was too busy to notice and looked

ked off. Lyall sat back in his seat, feeling sm

th the festival, so she hadn’t been in as much. He only went in on days that she wasn’t at the counter. He wasn’t quite

men everywhere. Most of whom weren’t the sworn enemy of his entire lineage. His thoughts harkened to Romeo and Juliet but n

an aspiring Literature professor, he had been trying to glimpse the b

like a teenager. Audrey was right, this legacy business was old and he had never actually seen anyone shift. Perhaps i

He saw the flash of her auburn hair, pulled back into her characteristic tight braid. She was busy at the espresso machine, a long line

he counter closest to her. It was the guy that had been with

close to his and then leaned back, a smile on her face. His heart dropped. So there was someth

drove back to his house, an anger building slowly inside of him. The smirk on that guy’s

eeded some air. When he got home he grabbed one of the preloaded

replied when Garin asked. He didn’t care why, he threw it on

egan walking, the town slowly fal