Damn it. Maybe my mother was right. I should’ve gone blonde again. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Hey, Ashley! Hurry up! That werewolf—”

Shit. I wasn’t waiting for Ashley or anyone else to show up. I started walking again. If I caused a scene, not only would my brothers—and possibly the rest of the pack—kill me, but Donovan wouldn’t be happy either. If it escalated in any way beyond this girl and her friend recognizing me, it could be a huge problem. Inciting a mob incident while Donovan was trying to smooth things over with the supernatural community and the humans would be an epic disaster.

I sneaked one quick glance back at the girl. She was walking off with her friend as she gestured toward me. I let out a breath. Even though the girl had recognized me, she wasn’t making a big deal about it. She was leaving.

Crisis averted.

I kept moving through the mall until I smelled the incense. Cosette wasn’t kidding. Her cousin was mad for nag champa. The closer I got, the stronger the scent got until the herby smoke was all I could smell. From three stores down, it wiped out every other scent in the mall. I wouldn’t have thought that was possible.

The store’s big glass doors were open, welcoming people, but I didn’t particularly feel welcome. A ding sounded as I stepped over the threshold. There was no one inside, but I assumed Cosette’s cousin was in the back. A big square of display cases filled the center of the store. Shelves piled haphazardly with smaller items lined the walls. Little baggies of herbs, smudging sticks, candles, crystals, packages of tarot cards, and Lord only knew what else filled the shelves until everything was nearly spilling over the edges. Not even the central display had space between the amulets, knives, coins, and other glittering things. It was like the owner had just dumped everything in there.

Between the clutter and the scent, it was no wonder I was the only customer in the place. And if I were fey and wanted to limit who was coming in… Cosette’s cousin was either a genius or crap at business.

I moved to the right wall. It held spell books and amulets that could be worth checking out. If a fey owned the shop, the books might actually be full of useful information instead of the usual BS that humans tried to sell. I was reaching for a book about protection spells when someone tapped my shoulder.

Whirling, I nearly bumped into the shopkeeper standing behind me. No one ever got that close without me noticing. The damned nag champa was blinding my nose.

“Yes?” The word came out a little ruder than I wanted. The taken-off-guard thing made me snippy. I tried to smile to ease the sting of it.

“You think you should be here—in my store—with the way things are right now?”

The burning incense might have been messing with my nose, but I could see well enough to know I was looking at Cosette’s cousin. She was over six feet tall and rail thin. Her fingers were a little too long, and so was her neck. Her appearance was just off enough that I wondered how much magic she was using to hide what she actually looked like.