The Last Bookshop The Man in the Bawdy House
Wisps of steam rose from the inky black and he looked into the swirling void. Its juxtaposition with the anodyne white made it look more brooding and malevolent. He wondered back to those dangerous days and how adversity threw them together. The teaspoon clattered against the saucer and he checked his wristwatch. Yvette Piper was late and he had no idea why. It did not take much these days to rile him into a heightened state of alertness. Billeted near the door, Delilah sat at a table in a...
Supernatural