The late shift at The Gilded Quill , a dusty, labyrinthine bookstore in the heart of the city, was usually Sasha Grey’s sanctuary. The customers were few, the silence profound, and the scent of old paper was a drug. But tonight, the silence was broken by a scuffle.
“Shh! Put it down ,” hissed a voice from the True Crime aisle. sasha grey naughty bookworms
The book club froze.
“Then suggest something,” Leo whispered, gesturing at the cart. “But fast. Sasha’s coming.” The late shift at The Gilded Quill ,