Nora’s Kraken by Leigh Miller EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Author: Leigh Miller
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Nora
My world comes crashing down around me on a Friday afternoon.
Sitting in a nondescript beige and gray office at the Paranormal
Citizens Relations Bureau, I stare open-mouthed at the Bureau agent across
the desk from me.
“I’ve been what?” I ask, sure I must have misheard him.
“Recognized, Ms. Perry. As a kraken’s mate.”
“I didn’t… I wasn’t… how did this happen?”
Mr. Blair, the agent who called my workplace three days ago out of the
blue and asked for this meeting, looks at me with patience and
understanding, a soothingly calm tone to his voice.
Like that would do anything to take the edge off the bomb he’s
dropped in my lap.
“I realize this all must be very unexpected,” he says, “but I promise
you everything will be alright.”
This has to be a joke. I glance at the shut office door behind me, halfexpecting Kenna or Holly or one of my other friends to burst through and
tell me I’m being pranked.
It certainly wouldn’t be any more of a surprise than getting the call to
come here.
This place didn’t even exist a few years ago, not until the
government’s passage of the Paranormal Acts, allowing all sorts of different
beings to come forward and join the mortal, human world.
It was a shock for everyone, to put it mildly.
One day all those creatures were the stuff of myths and legends, and
the next they were all too real. The Paranormal Citizens Relations Bureau
oversaw it all, smoothing the way for paranormal folk to find their place in
this brand new world.
Some paranormals definitely look it. Orcs, winged fae, and naga,
among others. Some, though, move through the world indistinguishable
from humans. Shifters, vampires, nymphs, and demons, they have the
choice whether they ever want to come forward and reveal who they are.
Mr. Blair is one of the latter types of creatures. Sitting in front of me,
he looks almost entirely human, except for his eyes. Sharp, amber, and with
thin, oblong pupils, I don’t know what they make him, and I don’t know
what to make of the fact those eyes seem able to see right through me.
“Unexpected is one word for it,” I mutter. “How was I… what did you
call it? Identified?”
“Recognized,” he corrects gently. “Your mate saw you three days ago
at a coffee shop, and immediately knew who you were to him.”
My stomach lurches. It must have been the Second Cup Cafe, just
down the street from the bookstore where I work. That was Tuesday, which
I only remember because it’s the one day each week I splurge on something
coffee-related that doesn’t come from my pot at home. I hate Tuesdays, and
Second Cup’s chai lattes always make them a little better.
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