21.01.2023 Views

Under_The_Whispering_Door_by_TJ_Klune

Create successful ePaper yourself

Turn your PDF publications into a flip-book with our unique Google optimized e-Paper software.

Wallace blinked. “Oh, uh. Practice, I guess? It’s not as hard as it looks,

once you get the hang of it. It just takes time to learn how to focus—”

“You need to show me how to do it.”

That certainly didn’t sound like a good idea. Visions of chaos filled

Wallace’s head, customers screaming as chairs were flung around them by an

unseen hand. “It took a long time, probably longer than you’ll—”

“I can learn,” Alan insisted. “How hard can it be?”

Mei set the broom against the counter, glancing at them before heading

down the hall to the back deck.

“Well,” Wallace said. “I … don’t exactly know how to start.”

“I do,” Nelson said from his chair. “Taught him everything he knows.”

Alan wasn’t impressed. “You? Really. You.”

“Really,” Nelson said dryly. “But you don’t have to take my word for it. In

fact, you don’t have to take any word at all with that attitude.”

“I don’t need you,” Alan said. “Wallace here can show me. Isn’t that right,

Wallace?”

Wallace shook his head. “Nope. Nelson is the expert. If you want to know

anything, you go through him.”

“He’s too old to—”

Nelson disappeared from his chair.

Alan choked on his tongue.

And then he was knocked off his feet when Nelson appeared behind him,

sweeping his legs out from underneath him with his cane. Alan landed

roughly on his back, the lights in the sconces flaring briefly.

“Not too old to show you a trick or three, you insolent child,” Nelson said

coolly. “And if you know what’s good for you, you’ll bite your tongue before

I show you what I can really do.” He turned back toward his chair, but not

before he winked at a gobsmacked Wallace.

“No, wait,” Alan said, pushing himself up off the floor as the shop settled

around them. “I…” He ground his teeth together. “I’ll listen.”

Nelson eyed him critically. “I’ll believe it when I see it. Your first task is

to sit there without talking. If I hear so much as a peep from you before I tell

you to speak again, I won’t teach you a damn thing.”

“But—”

“Stop. Talking.”

Alan snapped his mouth closed, though he looked furious about it.

Hooray! Your file is uploaded and ready to be published.

Saved successfully!

Ooh no, something went wrong!