Page 10 of Cursed
“Will do,” Seth promised.
Evan knew that his partner accepted assistance from their friends in the supernatural community, but was reluctant to endanger others. While Evan appreciated Seth’s protective streak, it often reminded him that helpers with special abilities could dramatically reduce the risk of going up against someone as powerful as Vernon.
He finished his coffee and set the empty mug aside. “We should probably get on the road.”
They thanked Cassidy, Kell, and Rowan, sharing hugs and promising to be in close touch. Seth and Evan had ridden the Hayabusa from the RV park where they left the truck and camper.
They didn’t say much until they loaded the motorcycle onto the back of the RV and got on the highway. A benefit of taking their lodging with them was that packing to leave was never an issue.
“Okay, talk to me,” Seth said once they were on the highway and Charleston was in the rearview mirror. “What’s on your mind?”
“I hope Kinsley is a good fit as a witch partner,” Evan replied. “I’m not as hesitant to bring others in on the fight if it ups the odds of success.”
“I know,” Seth admitted. “It’s hard for me to ask for help. I may be overprotective.”
Evan snorted. “Ya think? Just a little, maybe?”
Seth rolled his eyes. “Okay, okay. I am. You’ve helped me see that. I don’t want to put other people in danger. But I also don’twant to put you—us—at unnecessary risk. I won’t turn down the help.”
Evan squeezed Seth’s thigh. “Thank you. Because the real win is getting to live happily ever after when we send those evil sons of bitches to hell.”
“I know we probably won’t have a chance to sightsee once we get to Savannah.” Seth kept his eyes on the road as he spoke. “But is there anything you’d like to at least walk by? Or come back to, after the coast is clear?”
They couldn’t afford to let the witch-disciple get the jump on them, so Seth and Evan usually got to the location just a few days before they intended to go after their quarry. Whether they could go back later depended on how much of the disciple’s coven remained and if they’d left behind any trouble with the police.
“They have their own historic City Market, an old fort, and a really cool-looking cemetery,” Evan said since he had been jotting notes, just in case. “There’s a trolley tour—I love those. And some well-preserved old houses, of course. Forsyth Park looks beautiful for a nice walk. Plus a cathedral. And a ton of great places to eat.”
Seth chuckled. “I knew you’d already have it all worked out. I hope we get to see at least some of those things, if not now, then maybe someday.”
“There’s the restaurant that Vernon owns, the legit one, anyhow,” Evan said as they drove past.
“Looks pricy,” Seth observed. The marquis read “Legacy” in gold lettering on a dark green background, suggesting an upscale experience and a British pub vibe.
Evan grimaced at the bleak humor of the name, given the immortal witch’s history of passing his properties to his newly reinvented self with every cycle. A large ship’s wheel was also emblazoned on the sign. “Guess it’s going for more of a cozy,private feel,” Evan noted. “Even if a crazy, serial killer witch runs it.”
“Let’s just hope that none of the ‘exotic’ meat is going to this place,” Seth said.
“It gets good reviews.” Evan scrolled on his phone. “Expensive, nice date night, quiet, intimate. And apparently, the food is good. Steak and seafood with a low-country twist.”
“If we didn’t know the story behind who runs it, I’d be tempted to try it. Been too long since we had a nice night out.” Seth didn’t glance away from the road, but his soft smile made Evan’s heart beat a little faster.
“Sounds great to me, but the monster meat is a hard pass,” Evan agreed.
“Let’s find the RV campground Caden recommended and uncouple the truck,” Seth suggested. “Once we get set up, we can check out Nash’s tavern.”
The Savannah Shores RV campground was slightly north of the city, with a beachfront on the Savannah River, not the ocean. “It’s not exactly Savannah or shores,” Seth said with a chuckle as they pulled in.
“We weren’t going to get to hang out in the sand anyway,” Evan pointed out. He couldn’t help sounding wistful.
“We’ll take a break before tackling the next disciple and go somewhere we can feel the sand between our toes.” Seth put his hand on Evan’s thigh, eliciting a smile from Evan, who liked that idea. “And we’ll make sure you get plenty of time to take pictures. Savannah’s supposed to be just as photogenic as Charleston.”
“Let’s just put this case to bed and walk away safe.” Evan crossed his fingers for luck.
The attendant at the gate said they were expected and gave them the number to find their spot. Evan looked around as they drove.
“Well-lit, tidy, looks like it’s maintained well,” he noted. “Some of those buildings look vintage.”
“Eighties nostalgia,” Seth said. “People who want to relive when they were kids, or share that vibe with their children or grandchildren.”
