pulled away and glared at him.
“You should tell your boyfriend not to bite so hard next time,” he sneered.
Her hand flew to her neck. “Get out Yi.”
Loann shuffled her feet and chewed her lower lip. For a second, her gaze locked with Autumn’s.
“Who is he?” Yi demanded to know.
“It’s none of your business. I don’t owe you an explanation.”
His nostrils flared as he took a deep breath. “You deny me your attention, but you sneak around with someone else. Makes me wonder why?”
“I’m not sneaking around. Now if you don’t mind, I need to get dressed.”
Yi stood there the muscle in his jaw working as he clenched his teeth. Without another word, he whirled around and stormed out the door. Autumn let out a sigh of relief.
Loann stared at her. “Is it that man who came by the booth yesterday? The good looking one who was all mysterious like.”
“We’re … friends.”
Loann smiled. “Friends? That’s sure one friendly bite he gave you.”
“Yeah, I’ll have to talk to him about that.” She frowned. She’d better wear something with a high collar. Her grandparents were old fashioned. They wouldn’t approve of her letting Jairec spend the night. No matter what the circumstances were. She’d never been so bold. She couldn’t explain the connection she felt for Jairec. She only knew it was right.
“George asked me to marry him.” Loann broke through her reverie.
“Oh Loann, I’m so happy for you.”
“Our parents were happy with the match. They had our astrology charts mapped. We’re compatible, but I already knew we would be.”
“Hmmm.”
“Would your grandparents approve of your young gentleman?”
Autumn knew Loann only tried to help. Would her grandparents like Jairec? If he hadn’t been cursed to be one of the undead, perhaps. Would they like her to marry Yi? Most definitely. Yi came from a good Chinese family. He owned his own business. Not that she needed him to, but he could provide for her. Whereas Jairec was Irish, like her father had been. Her grandparents would be reminded daily of how her father stole her mother from them. Jairec also lived and worked in Boston. Oh and let’s not forget, he’s cursed. She pursed her lips together. “Our relationship is complicated.”
“Most are, Autumn. If you want my opinion, I go for the dark mysterious guy. Yi is too intense for me. Go shower and get dressed. Later, you can tell me about your guy.”
“ I’ll bring us some coffee.”
“Good. Extra sugar for me,” Loann said as she walked out.
Autumn stood at the door until the fog swallowed Loann’s slim form. She clutched her robe. Her eyes flickered warily through the thick ooze of mist, having a creepy feeling of being watched. She could feel the animosity as if the fog was a live entity and it waited to devour her. She took a step outside her door, not able to resist the pull. She teetered on her feet.
“Come.” She heard the call, but it was inside her head, not a voice anyone else could hear.
Her subconscious screamed for her to resist. “No!” She snapped free of the psychic pull, falling back into her shop. She scrambled to her feet and slammed the door shut, and locked it. She took a large gulp of air, waiting for her heart to slow to a normal rate. What waited for her out there? What did it want?
Chapter Thirteen
Loann’s thoughts drifted to George. He was going to meet her at the booth later on today. She loved the way his hair fell over his brow and the way his smile would make her heart beat faster. She loved him with all her heart and she prayed Autumn would know the same happiness.
Her lips curved. The way the guy at the booth had looked at Autumn was surely sinful. He looked like he wanted to devour her and Autumn’s gaze hadn’t been so innocent either. She wondered who the guy was. She never saw him before yesterday and yet the two seemed like old friends. She chuckled. Friends? No, they were more than friends, if the
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