They reached their destination—finally—and Mooney thanked the driver before sliding out of her seat. Mr. August muttered something about not feeling right, letting Aberrants in his taxi. Said they had a bad energy. Mooney wondered what his power was.
After sliding out of the taxi and swinging the door closed, Evan grabbed Mooney’s arm, wrapped it around her own. She wore a bright smile, the most genuine one Mooney had seen from her all day. “You’re gonna love this place,” she said. “I found it a few weeks ago and immediately thought of you.”
Mooney smiled and followed Evan’s long striding steps. Evan led her to a small eatery with a green canopy. The Window said T’Ivinci’s. Walking in, the smell of fresh... Please subscribe to keep reading.
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