The Wicche Glass Tavern by Seana Kelly

Author:Seana Kelly [Kelly, Seana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Paranormal, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Fantasy
ISBN: 9781641972123
Google: kRYWEAAAQBAJ
Publisher: NYLA
Published: 2021-10-05T04:00:00+00:00

Twenty-Five

In Which Sam Has Been Measured and Found Wanting

“No pressure, though, right?” Great. Now I had to hope that the Queen of the Dragons didn’t go nuclear on my ass.

“Quite a bit of pressure, actually. Do try to be extraordinary, won’t you?” Clive led us to a metallic pale blue roadster with a soft top.

“Wow,” was all I could think to say. It looked like a Bond car. “What is it?”

Clive opened my door. “BMW 507. Since you’re no longer chilled and we’ll be taking the coast route, I thought we could drive with the top down.”

I sat, glad I’d put on the long leather trench I’d bought for New Orleans but had never worn. I’d even grabbed a scarf and gloves in case my aunt tried to break in again. Why had she gone for cold like she had a couple of months ago? Hot and itchy would have been worse. Perhaps she had issues with the cold. I’d need to think about that and how I could use it against her.

Clive slid into the two-seater and started the engine. It roared to life and I was thrown back in my seat as he raced out of the garage and around the house, a grin pulling at his lips. The full garage clearly pointed to a man who appreciated cars, but watching him drive made me realize it was more of a profound love. Leaning over, I kissed his cheek as he sailed through the main gates, waiting open for us. The guards at the gate bowed as Clive shot out onto the street.

“You’re cute.”

His eyes cut to me before he downshifted and executed a perfect turn. “Cute? I don’t believe I care for that.”

“Too bad. I calls ’em like I sees ’em.”

He hit a button and the soft top roof slid back, opening us up to the night. I pulled my gloves out of my pocket and pulled the scarf up so it covered my head before wrapping the soft weave around my neck.

“Too cold?” Clive asked, his hand hovering by the button to close the roof.

“Perfect.” It was a clear night, stars bright above us, and I was feeling too good to be worried about a dragon’s fire-breathing judgment at the moment.

Far too soon, though, Clive turned down Sea Cliff Drive, an enclave of the ridiculously wealthy. The mansions we passed had to be worth ten, more like twenty million, each. It being San Francisco, though, meant that they were crowded close together.

Clive parked in front of the grandest on the street. It soared four stories high, but no doubt had a few more below ground, as these houses were built on a cliff overlooking the ocean.

A dusty Jeep was already parked on the street in front of the mansion. “Good,” Clive said. “Coco’s here.” He closed the top as we both got out. “Ready?”

Nodding, I took his hand. “As I’ll ever be. If she says no, we’ll figure it out.”

“We will,” he agreed. When we passed through the gate, more of the house, hidden by a wall and large trees, opened up.

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