The Myth Seeker (Mythbound Book 1) by Cory Barclay

Author:Cory Barclay [Barclay, Cory]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: druid, siren, intrigue, succubus, music, banshee, leprechaun, mystery, gothic fantasy, san diego, comedic fantasy, funny fantasy, mythology, la jolla
Publisher: Cory Barclay
Published: 2018-10-04T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

When they got back to the car, both Steve and Annabel were glowing. Their unplanned moment of passion had brightened both their outlooks on life and their futures. Everything didn’t seem so dismal now they’d swapped spit.

Steve turned on the radio to the local classic rock station, 101.5 KGB. The song playing was “Drift Away” by Dobie Gray, an apropos tune Steve loved. Apparently, Annabel did too. When Steve started the Lexus and drifted onto the road, Annabel started humming and singing the tune along with old Dobie.

Annabel crooned about her soul being freed, waving her head back and forth with the beat of the tune. She followed Dobie and got lost in the rock ‘n’ roll, drifting away . . .

Damn, but she could sing.

Steve grinned and glanced at her. She had her eyes closed as she sang, totally in the moment, in her element, feeling it.

Steve started singing along with her, and together they sang the whole song until they pulled up to Pacific Beach Tarot less than a mile from the boardwalk.

It was dark when they got out of the car, the last remnants of the sun having been engulfed by the purple darkness of night. They held each other’s hands as they crossed the street and came to the tarot shop.

Steve pushed the door open and the familiar Christmas bell dinged to announce their arrival.

Aiden O’Shaunessy was in the room with his back facing Steve and Annabel, his arms swinging wildly about. January Amos was seated at her table, where she seemed most comfortable.

They’d walked in on the leprechaun and the Druid having a discussion.

Or, as Steve quickly realized, an argument.

“Oh, come on, Jan!” Aiden complained, gesticulating wildly. “It’ll be good for business!”

January still hadn’t seen, past Aiden, that Steve and Annabel were standing in the doorway, though now she tried to look around the little man, after hearing the ding. “No, Aiden, I won’t have you slinging that crap to my customers. I don’t want them to get the wrong idea.”

“They’re four-leaf clovers, Jan, it’s perfect for this type of place! I bet they’ll sell like Girl Scout Cookies outside a cannabis clinic. They practically sell themselves!”

Steve walked into the room—Annabel behind him—right behind Aiden, to see what all the hubbub was about.

“What’s going on?” Steve asked.

Aiden spun around. “Ah! Steve-o, mate, what brings you here?”

“Madam Amos told me to come back if I had any questions. I have questions. So, here I am.”

“I see you’ve brought the pretty waif with ya,” Aiden said with a grin. “Where’s Thor?”

Steve shrugged. “Haven’t seen Dale today. And don’t call Annabel a waif, dick.”

Aiden stepped aside and made an over-the-top, flourishing bow for Annabel, like she was the Queen of England. “My apologies, Miss Annabel Lee. You are as radiant as ever, lass.”

Annabel smirked. “Apology accepted,” she said, nodding and patting the top of Aiden’s bowed head like he was a court jester that had greatly pleased her.

January turned to Annabel and said, “So this is the girl, Mister Remington? The source of all your troubles?”

Steve blushed.

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