The Veil
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 Chloe Neill

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I wanted to tell her not to worry, that it wasn’t a big deal, that it would all be fine. But I didn’t know if that was true, and it wasn’t fair to minimize what she was feeling.
She sighed. “Burke told me who he was. What he was.”
Good. God knew, I supported honesty in relationships.
“I just—this isn’t the life I imagined. All this damn drama. All this damn magic.” She looked at me. “Angels, Claire. Angels in my backyard. In my bayou. The thing is, though? I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
I brushed sudden, sharp tears away. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, either. I need someone smart and logical to deal with all this nonsense.”
“It is a lot of nonsense, isn’t it?”
“It is. It really, really is. And I’m not just saying that because I need you to keep me apprised of your dating situation.”
“And speaking of, let’s talk about Liam.”
I didn’t think that was entirely necessary. But I owed her one.
•   •   •
When the store was empty again and the night was quiet, I realized sleep wasn’t going to come anytime soon, not with my mind spinning with Big Questions. So I walked back downstairs.
I flipped on the lights, smiled at the familiar buzz of electricity. Such a human thing. And today, I found that very comforting. I sat down at the counter and pulled over the owl, which still waited with unseeing eyes to move again.
I picked up a silver tool and got back to work.
Stay quiet. Work hard.
Because sometimes, when the world was shifting and changing around you, that’s the best thing you could do.