Chapter 33
“Holy shit! How did you manage not to puke around that stinky old man?” Jordan asked as he made his way back to the counter.
“Barely,” Darby replied while he sprayed some magical scent neutralizer that he obtained from Belinda.
He was thankful Belinda created it for him. It came in handy when he had to deal with an occasion like this. Or when a skunk shifter visited his bookshop. Or a zombie. Darby was proud of his werewolf heritage, but this would be one of those rare times when he wished his olfactory sense wasn’t so delicate.
“Are those books any good?”
“Definitely,” Darby answered. “Expensive, too. Olivia was a gifted witch. Based on my brief perusal earlier, these books contain several incredible potions, rituals, and spells, but they’re written by someone else.”
Jordan picked up one of the books and browsed through it. “Is any of these books her grimoire?”