MoonLife by Sherri Ann Smith Page B

Sebastian, this is the right thing to do and making love for the first time will hopefully be phenomenal. From this point out I am not even going to let myself think about the Turn . Not even for a minute. Not going to allow me to think about how bad that’s going to hurt. How it’s going to feel as if I’m on fire all over, and burning to death. Yup, I am not going to think about how it maybe hours and hours of that feeling…
    “Sadie…are you awake?” whispered Wendy from outside the door.
    “Yes , I’m just laying here not thinking about Turning tonight , ” I said, flipping over and sitting up in bed.
    “How’s that working out for you?” Wendy asked.
    “Not well. What’s up?”
    “Well, I thought we should go get some breakfast , ” she said, looking at the clock, “Well , maybe lunch . It’s the day of your wedding and all. We could go see where the Manduragos eat. Up for it?” she looked like a little girl wanting to go to Disneyland. Wendy is Wiccan and loves all this paranormal stuff. Getting to be in the Mandurago compound is like Christmas to her and who I am to deny her Christmas ?
    “Sure , let me jump in the shower and we’ll go.”
    “Awesome , Sadie. Maybe we can have a look around too. We haven’t actually had time to explore yet. Maybe there is a place to buy souvenirs?”
    “ Wendy, a re you crazy? This is the Mandurago's home lair, not a tourist attraction; they aren’t going to a have a souvenir shop.” Sometimes I just don’t know about that girl. She smiled at me as I headed to the shower.

 
    Chapter Ten
    “Told you so! Told you so! Told you so!” Wendy said as s he shook the snow globe with the Buffalo Terminal in it.
    “Crazy, I can’t believe they have snow globes of the building. Why would they have those? I ‘m surprised it doesn’t say Mandurago Terminal on it.” Souvenirs…what kind of Magicals sell souvenirs?
    “Well this place is a very big deal to the Manduragos. They come here from all over; it would be nice to bring a souvenir home of your trip. I mean, I would want one ,” Wendy said , as s he gathered a few up to buy.
    “You would want one from Denny’s if we were on a trip. You’re weird like that.” I said giggling at her. She was the souvenir collector. She has thimbles, salt and pepper shakers, basically anything really tacky she could find on our trips, she bought. I never got it, but it makes her happy , so who am I to judge ?
    We headed out of the souvenir shop and back out into the main level of the compound with two M agical bodyguards in tow. This is what they would have called the concourse when it was a train station. It was easily the size of a football field with a rounded ceiling and different tunnels going to different tracks. They no longer use the tracks, but the building was renovated immaculately back to the time period. With brass fixtures and ornate tiles, it actually did feel like we just stepped back in time. We walked down a bit looking at all the different store fronts. There were all different kinds of stores from clothes to computers. We noticed several restaurants, but nothing was open yet. Guess there isn’t a lot of call for breakfast in vampire town.
    We finally found a little cafe that was open and serving breakfast. It was extremely charming, like something straight out of Paris. There were tables set up outside the cafe as well as inside; we decided to take one outside so we could people watch. Wendy and I love to people watch and who knows what we would see here. We met the hostess and were seated. Bram and Ludwik set up guard watch on both sides of the cafe. The waiter came over and took our order , but was unusually quiet. I could feel that he was not Mandurago , but some other Magical. I can imagine in a place like this, that it attracted all types of people. Wendy ordered coffee and scrambled eggs while I ordered a D iet C oke and a California omelet. The waiter thanked us for our order, and was very