Going to the Shifters Guild tower now? I looked down at Ralph, whose eyes were already gleaming with a caffeine high. Behind them, the shop windows danced with magical items. As we ate, I watched people pass on the street. Hell, the ravenous hunger I’d felt over the last twenty-four hours was probably how he felt most of the time, if his behavior was anything to go by. Somewhere around my ninth pastry, he managed to sneak one out of the bag. You’re one step away from raccoon diabetes as it is.” He drank his espresso and ignored me.
Ralph had eaten his in twelve seconds flat and was reaching for my pastry bag with a sneaky little hand. They tasted amazing, and the beast inside me settled down as I finished my sixth. Within five minutes, I was on a bench outside the shop scarfing down pastries like my raccoon familiar. I dug in my wallet for the money and handed it over. “Right, that’ll be six pounds even.” Expensive raccoon. “Fine, the real thing.” I’d regret it, but I didn’t want to deal with a raccoon hissy fit if he didn’t get what he wanted. Quickly, I gave her the order, asking for decaf espresso with the chocolate croissant. But then the hunger had hit me, so here I was. I was on my way to talk to Lachlan and Garreth about possible hiding locations for our nemesis, The Maker, and I had not planned on a cafe stop with Ralph. The barista asked, “And what will your raccoon be having?” I rubbed a hand over my face, exhausted already.
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