Chapter 15“Superstitious!” Zofia's comment whipped in the air while she and Myron watched the Gypsies descend the steps of the Monolith, then dash across the cobblestone street and head back into the tavern.
Myron made a soft sound in the back of his throat. “Can't blame them, their werewolf relatives are out and about.”
Zofia narrowed her eyes at him. “As well as vampires.”
“Touché,” he said, making a slight bow from the waste, and on the way up handed her her books and leather portfolio. “After you, madam.”
Zofia took the books and portfolio from him, and Myron grabbed the two bags he'd left on the risers above, and they marched up the steps.
Moments later, they arrived at the very top. Breathless, Zofia stood beside Myron (who wasn't breathing hard at all. Damned vampires, anyway),
