Page 88 of Claim the Twilight
“I’m fine.” I’d make sure to feed once we got back to Branwood.
Sin and Ordell unloaded the trays, and I allowed the delicious aromas to wash over me. Maybe this feast would curb my bloodlust a little.
“Dig in,” Ordell said. “We can get more if you want.”
I grabbed a plate and loaded up. We were going to need energy for whatever was to come.
I’d eaten too much.My stomach hurt and my limbs felt heavy, but the throbbing in my gums had ebbed a little. The restaurant had mostly emptied, and only two tables aside from ours were occupied now.
Nyx was stacking our used plates onto a tray when I spotted movement by the entrance. A young woman dressed in a pencil skirt and fitted cream blouse, hair piled on top of her head, entered alone, and the maître d' strode over to greet her.
The air shimmered behind her, and a man dressed in jeans and a knitted sweater appeared. He leaned over and whispered in her ear. The corner of her mouth lifted in a smile as she continued her conversation with the maître d' before following him across the restaurant to a table to our far left.
The man, who I was pretty sure was a ghost, trailed close behind. As they passed our table, the woman’s gaze flicked to us, widening slightly at the sight of Sin before she quickly looked away.
The ghost guy, however, stared openly, his brows shooting up.
“The woman can see us,” Nyx said. “And the maître d' can see her, so she must be human.”
“She’s with a ghost,” Ordell said. “Maybe she has a little supernatural blood, but not enough to make her invisible to other humans.”
There was only one way to find out for sure. “I’m going to talk to her.”
“Good idea,” Nyx said.
I waited till the maître d' had left, then made my way over to the woman and her ghostly companion. “Hi.”
She looked up sharply. “Look, we just want to eat.”
“You and your ghost friend?”
“Not that it’s any of your business, but yes.”
“You’re not human, are you?”
“Does it matter? I mean, we’re all pretty much doomed, aren’t we?”
I pulled out a seat and sat down. “Not if I can help it.”
“Oh, and what do you plan to do?” ghost guy said. “Fight a goddess?”
“You know about Loviator?”
“Everyone with a supernatural bone in their body knows about her,” the woman said. “It’s just the humans that are blind.”
“You’re human enough to be seen by other humans.”
She shrugged. “I guess so. I have the sight. Always have. I guess that puts me somewhere in between.”
“So you know the dangers and you’re out here having a meal?”
She shrugged and looked away. “Might as well enjoy life while I can, and Morty was getting bored.”
Morty sat back in his seat, fully corporeal now so that the rugged stubble along his jaw gleamed in the ambient lamp light. “You know what I say, Dee, no point in hiding from the inevitable. Tonight, we go dancing.” He smiled softly across the table at the woman.
Dee reached across the table for his hand, their fingers passing through each other.
“Soon,” he said.
