The Italian restaurant had an old fashioned, cozy vibe. The walls were covered with fish decorations and ocean related things, none too serious.
Jacklyn was. She felt like she was drowning in doom and despair.
Matt downed a bottled of sparkling water. That seemed to do it for him. He seemed fine, like a dog, shaking off a rainfall.
It wasn't that easy for her.
He ordered a bottle of wine, two appetizers, the famed scaloppini for himself and spaghetti marinara for Jacklyn to satisfy her vegan inclinations.
Matt checked in with her often. She felt his gaze like a scan set on a regular pattern. He didn't try to talk to her, like he sensed she needed time to wrap her head around the Glass' encounter.
Jacklyn tried to make a list of what she knew.
The Visionary wanted Matt dead for stealing the coat and the iron heart.
Don't let the Visionary find Matt.
Veronica the witch wanted Jacklyn's blood.
No blood for Veronica.
Veronica had wanted Jacklyn for her own use. Now, or very soon, Veronica would want both of them dead, considering the way her pointy-eared driver had turned into a skin bag of foul fluids.
Don't let Veronica find you.
There was a city wide search party heading their way.
Why? Was this about them tapping into the energy field at the bridge? When they had accidentally shut down the power grid, in the real world and on the other level? What the hell had they done?
Maybe all her problems could be solved with two simple solutions?
Stay away from magic.
Get the hell out of town.
She sighed. Both options seemed out of reach.
The appetizers arrived. A waitress parked a plate of arugula salad in front of Jacklyn. She wasn't hungry.
"Eat," Matt said.
Jacklyn picked at the plate of greens with a fork. Matt attacked a plate of raw meat shavings and capers without hesitation.
"Hey," he said. "It's been a long day. Eat something."
With another sigh, Jacklyn pushed fork full of arugula into her mouth. She chewed. She swallowed.
Matt pushed the wine glass her way.
She sighed again. The red wine left a sour note on her tongue.
The waitress returned to clear away the plates. She smiled politely at Jacklyn. Matt got a whole different kind of smile when she came up to their table with the main courses.
A new waiter, a big boned guy with hairy hands came around asking if they liked their meal.
Jacklyn looked up just as the waiter's nostrils flared and his chest rose. Something about him made horsey sense prickly all over.
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Shifting Life
Paranormal[COMPLETE] Magic is all about the rules. You mess up, you fix it. Or pay the price. Not that Jacklyn Morse has a choice. She's a new shape shifter paying the price for saving a notorious thief who is as hot as the supernatural loot he's stolen. To J...
