![]() And there were still dark spaces under the pier, where aimless mundanes gathered and sometimes, more sinister things. There were still coin-toss games where you could win a giant stuffed panda. The merry-go-round still spilled its mechanical music into the air. The air still smelled like sugar and seaweed. ![]() But the boards under Emma’s feet were still warped and weathered by years of sun and salt. ![]() Pacific Park was full of new, shiny rides the old churro carts were gone, replaced by artisanal ice cream and lobster platters. The mundanes had poured millions of dollars into revamping the pier into a tourist attraction over the years. She loved the junk food-burgers and milk shakes, fried clams and giant swirled lollipops-and Pacific Park, the run-down amusement park at the very end of the pier, overlooking the Pacific Ocean. She’d always loved the Santa Monica Pier, since she was a little girl and her parents had taken her there to play air hockey and ride the old-fashioned merry-go-round. Her mind only half on Julian’s voice, Emma glanced around. ![]() Too bad they don’t have designated parking spots for Shadowhunters here.” “We haven’t seen anything yet, but we just arrived. “Yeah, we’re at the pier,” Julian went on. ![]() The reply was inaudible: Emma could recognize Ty’s voice, but not the words. “A Teuthida demon?” Julian said into the phone, his eyebrows crinkling. ![]()
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