Marked (Mortal, Book Four)
That's assuming we don't get caught by the Silver Hunters first.
"Thank you," I say to the woman, turning around. "Let's go. We'll try somewhere else."
As we leave, I hear the woman say something under her breath. I'm not sure what she said, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't anything nice.
We walk down the street, past the farmer’s market, and towards the next inn. This one is smaller, and less impressive, but my hopes aren't high.
Damon and I step into the lobby, which smells of lavender and vanilla. A woman is sitting behind the reception desk, reading a book. She looks up when we walk in, smiling warmly.
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