I went up the stairs anyway and pounded on his door.
Annoyed but not surprised when he didn't answer, I double-timed it out of the building and headed down the street to find him.
He was under his streetlight when I came out of the end of the alley. Same jeans, same too-thin jacket, and this time some kind of white top that blended with his skin and the snow and made him look otherworldly.
Snowflakes glittered in his curls. I was supernatural, a fusion of former human and ancient blood magic, and even so, I looked more or less like a normal human thug.
Laurie was pure human, nothing magical about him at all. But he could've outshone any one of those wino fairies, no matter how sparkly their wings were. He looked like heaven.
Apparently, I wasn't the only one who thought so, because as I stood and gaped, an SUV pulled over right in front of him.
Laurie stepped forward.
