Mated (Mortal, Book Two)
"Green, aren't ya?"
I purse my lips. "Let's keep going," I tell Alec.
We stalk down the street, heads down against the growing wind. The cold is becoming bitter. We only go a few blocks before I start to wonder if we should have stayed at the bus station. Most of it is open, but at least there are a few walls to block the wind.
Maybe we can head to a homeless shelter for the night. Rest and start again tomorrow.
I start to mention it to Alec, but then something across the street catches my eye. It's a tiny bookshop, built into what looks like an old alley.