“Hello, stranger.”
Michelle emerged from the shadows behind the counter, carrying a stack of books. Her face was smudged with dirt, and she looked the same as she always had. Jesse, accustomed to living with a vampire, had barely noticed that stasis, the skin that never seemed to age, or to change, until Michelle had confided her true nature to him. She called herself a Guardian, though Jesse could do no more than take her word for it. There were no secondary sources to confirm or deny her story. Well, he had more than her word. She did open the very fabric of reality to allow him to pass into another dimension. And she had met Gideon a little over a hundred years earlier.
“Hey. Need help with those?”
“No. I thought you would have come to visit me sooner. How much did you lose?”
Jesse approached the counter. “Pretty much everything. I kept the extremely rare texts in the fire safe.”