Chapter 41: Coffee Only Please, Hold The Werewolves

Adeline

The taxi peeled away from the road, hitting a puddle and sending a spray of dirty water onto Adeline-probably payback for the two percent gratuity-and soaking her as he drove away.

"Damn it." If the Swiss Army dagger in her boot got rusty from this water, she'd hunt the driver for recompense.

Adeline brushed at her drenched jeans to remove the water, but it was no use. If she had her succubus gifts instead of this damn crystal manacled to her wrist, the cab driver would have drooled over the lousy tip.

Before she was bound to this rock, she never carried cash. Her gift always found a man willing to do what she desired. Now with this bracelet hindering her power, her cash was dwindling.