Luminescence 30
*
Eros had only heard of the antiques
dealer.
Ramon
was squat, broad, built like a man who’d fought in a war before. His gaze was
shrewd and sharp, his shirt beaded with sweat stains, his face patched in
wrinkles. Worst of all, he was Ex-Guardian and a traitor to his kind.
Eros
let his hand find the silver cool metal in his pocket, as his fingers grasped
the solidity an instant calm swept through him. He watched as the Ex-Guardian
took them both in.
He made no move
as Marcus flipped the Open sign to Closed.
“You
think you’re the first to come in here and do that?” Ramon’s voice was gruff as
if from lack of use. “I get one of youslot every week,” his gaze shot between
the two. “Though they’re not as good lookin.”
“Ramon,” Eros said.
“Ain’t
nobody called me that in years,” he shot back.
Marcus
came away from the windowed shop front until his blunt gaze was aimed at the
man behind the counter. “We require your services.”
“Sbeen
a long time since a Guardian needed my help,” the man shrugged.
Eros
resisted the urge to take the bait. He knew by the square set jaw, the hardened
eyes and that straight-backed stance that if he pissed this guy off they’d get
nothing. Instead, Eros shifted the leather strap off his shoulder and pulled
out the object bound tight in a handkerchief.
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