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I thin my eyes at Des. “That’sblackmailright there.” Completely effective blackmail, but blackmail nonetheless.

“Your deduction skills are off the charts.”

I give my mate a light shove, grinning a little. “You don’t have to get all mouthy on me. And I’m totally holding you to those body shots.” Tequila ones. I want to lick salt off his grossly sexy abs and have him hand feed me limes.

Why yes, Iama freak.

Reluctantly I enter the building with him. It’s not until we reach the sixteenth floor and I see the metal placard fitted across the way that I realize what exactly the surprise appointment is.

“You’re taking me to visit aseer?” Simply saying the name sends a wave of adrenaline through my system.

No wonder the Bargainer was being all cloak and dagger about our destination. I never would’ve agreed to come here if I’d known.

“Don’t you think it’s about time we had someone look into your future, considering all that’s going on?” Des says.

“No, I don’t think so.” I don’t think so at all. Because,reasons. Good ones. Ones I don’t want to talk about.

I’m still staring at the sign.

Belleby&Sons,LLC

Seer

Forewarned is Forearmed

I shiver abit. My stepfather was a seer. He worked in a place just like this one, dealing out fortunes to the richest and most powerful people—people who were often on the wrong side of the law.

That was how I first found the Bargainer. A client had given my stepfather Des’s card, and he kept it close at hand, ready to call on the Night King if he found himself in a tight situation. As fate would have it,Iwas that tight situation, and the Bargainer was my saving grace.

The floor is eerily silent, all except a distant moan. I rub my arms.

Those body shots are going to have to be the most delicious mouthfuls of tequila in the world.

Des places a hand on my back and leans over to kiss my temple. That’s the closest he comes to apologizing for the rotten trick he’s played on me. He leads me down the hall, and the place seems all but abandoned.

“Business is really booming,” I say.

Des’s mouth quirks, but the rest of his face is stoic.

We stop in front of a door. Behind it the moaning is louder.

Whoever is foreseeing futures here, it sounds like they’re busy ruining someone else life.

Maybe we should just come back later …

Without any warning, the Bargainer blasts the door open.

“Knock knock.”

Inside the room, a naked woman shrieks from where she lays sprawled on the desk, the man on top of her scrambling to disentangle himself.

“Ohshit,” the man says, catching sight of Des. He rapidly tries to shove his junk back into his slacks.

Just—ew.

The mostly naked woman screams again, trying (pretty unsuccessfully) to cover herself up.

I guess that explains the moans …