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Chapter Seven

GRACE

Noah’s clothes were ruined, but he insisted on keeping the trench coat. Grace found him one of her dad’s old leather jackets before they left in the morning to get his belongings.

The drive to the Sunny District was quiet. Grace didn’t have a lot to say, and Noah seemed to be keen on keeping his thoughts to himself.

The part of the city where Noah decided to live was anything but sunny. It was infested with violence and people who liked to break the law.

“Why did you rent a room in such a dangerous place?” Grace wondered out loud.

“It was all I could afford, and I can take care of myself.”

Grace cringed at her lack of tact. Being a rogue hunter wasn’t a glamorous job, and they didn’t have the financial support the government-approved guilds had.

“They also don’t ask for an ID or care if I use my real name,” Noah added.

A few more minutes in silence and Grace found the Paradise Inn. She parked out front and followed Noah to the reception.

A voluptuous woman with dark hair and red lipstick greeted him. “James, I’ve missed you. Where were you for the last of days?”

“Good morning, Leticia,” Noah greeted the woman with his best smile. “I came to pay what I owe and to get my stuff. Did you keep it or sell it to pay for the room?”

Leticia twisted a strand of hair around her finger and rested her generous boobs on the counter. “I have it. Just because it was you, and I hoped nothing bad had happened to you, darling.”

Noah smiled without breaking eye contact. “How much do I owe you?”

Leticia ignored his question and glanced behind him. “And who is she? She’s not from around here. Have you found yourself an uptown girlfriend to take care of you? Is that why you are leaving us?”

“She’s my stalker, not my girlfriend.”

Leticia giggled. “I wouldn’t mind being your stalker, either. If I was two hundred years younger.”

Grace stepped forward. “I’m not his stalker or his girlfriend. We have other places to go, so if you could hurry and grab his things, I would appreciate it.”

Leticia sneered. “Rude.” She directed her next words at Noah. “Do you have the one hundred tokens you owe me?”

Noah glanced at Grace.

Rolling her eyes, she extracted the wallet from her purse and removed a red bill.

Leticia held her hand open. “It’s one hundred tokens more for guarding his weapons without calling the Security Force.”

Grace gave her another bill and stretched her lips into a fake smile.

“It was a pleasure to do business with you, darling,” the receptionist purred.

Keeping the bills between her boobs, Leticia spun around and sauntered to her back office. She arrived a few minutes later with two black gym bags that she placed on the counter. Then, she resumed her flirting with Noah. “I hope you come back soon. It’s always a pleasure to have you here.”

Grace fought the need to snarl at the woman. Grabbing the two bags, she moved to the exit.

“James,” Grace called. “Are you coming or not?”

“Strong little thing,” Leticia said.

Grace heard Noah’s footsteps, and he took one of the bags. He turned around and waved at Leticia before following Grace to her car.

Opening the trunk, Grace dropped the bag she had and unzipped it to look inside.

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