Death at First Sight (Spero Heights Book 2) by Angela Roquet Read Free Book Online Page B

Fates didn’t cut him some slack soon, he wouldn’t be able to vouch for anyone. Selena would just hate that, he thought with a dry grin.
    Dr. Delph cut west around town square and caught sight of the Chase Clan as they crept back up through the woods and toward the Crimson Moon, the abandoned theater Zelda had turned into a pub. The wolves lifted their muzzles in the air at him, and Dr. Delph waved back. A caramel-colored wolf howled, Logan showing off for his pack, before it trotted through the back door of the bar.
    He noticed more movement as he neared the Midnight District. Bathory’s Bistro and Amour de Sang were closing their doors. A few of the fanged slipped out under the blue streetlights and quickly headed down the sidewalks. The sun would be rising soon.
    Along the north stretch of the square there were a few businesses that kept odd hours. They weren’t officially part of the Midnight District, but they toed the line between the two factions, serving both sun and moon worshippers. Ben Macaulay’s shop was especially rare, his door being open around the clock. Though his windows were dark this particular morning, since he was watching the twins so Selena could run under the full moon.
    East of the Midnight District, the cheese factory, along with its gift shop and parking lot, took up four blocks. The gift shop faced the square, where Fromage Road and Monroe Street met. Further down Monroe, the local locksmith, a defunct wizard named Phil, and Edwin, Dr. Delph’s wererat mechanic, were standing outside their respective shops, enjoying coffee and conversation. They paused to wave at the doctor as he ran past.
    Dr. Delph nodded at them and ran another six laps around the square. The space in the center was a grassy plane, dotted with fountains and garden nooks. An open-air pavilion was in the very center, strung with white lights. It was often used for community events and gatherings.
    When his sides began to ache, Dr. Delph made his way up through a rose garden in the southeast corner of the square and drank from a water fountain fashioned into the corner of a low rock wall. Then he found a nice patch of grass and stretched into a comfortable warrior pose just as the sun broke over the trees surrounding Spero Heights. He closed his eyes and let it warm his face and light up the insides of his eyelids.
    A cool wind combed through the square, and a pair of birds chirped from a redbud tree overhead. Nature . Maybe this was what he’d been missing. The salt slab in his sauna just wasn’t cutting it anymore. He needed to connect with the Fates on a more personal level. He hummed out a few low oms and focused on his breath, trying to calm his mind.
    When he opened his eyes, Zelda stood beside him, mirroring his tree pose. A nest of dreadlocks were knotted on top of her head, and a racerback tank top revealed her lean, muscled arms. They’d grown more prominent from her wolfish workouts.
    “Good morning, Dr. Delph,” she said with a smile as she repositioned her heel against the inside of her opposite thigh.
    He nodded to her. “Doctor Fulmen.”
    Zelda didn’t need to recover like the rest of her pack. She wasn’t a werewolf. Her shift was aided by an enchanted amulet that decorated an onyx necklace at her throat. Still, Logan had taken her as his mate, and the rest of the wolves had accepted her as their alpha perhaps even more so than Logan. She’d earned their trust and respect in her human doctor form, long before they ever knew she was a witch.
    “My tea leaves were floating this morning,” Zelda said casually as she stretched down into dolphin pose.
    Dr. Delph felt a pinch of annoyance, but he bit his tongue. If the Fates wanted to speak to others, that was their business. “How many?” he asked.
    Zelda stood up straight and turned to look at him. Her brows knit together with concern as if confused that he didn’t already know. “All of them.”
    Dr. Delph was speechless. He wasn’t about to