Tony’s place wasn’t what she’d been expecting. It looked as though it had been built sometime in the late 1800s, and the furniture was just as old, matching the architecture of the house. Not exactly the home of a bachelor warlock, although he explained a little of the decor as he ushered her into the kitchen.
“The house is haunted,” he said cheerfully, going to the refrigerator so he could extract a couple of bottles of a local microbrew, then pop the caps using the bottle opener bolted into the cabinet next to it. “Her name is Victoria.”
“Really?” Cassandra took the bottle he offered her, fought a losing battle with her conscience, and said the hell with it. Obviously, she wasn’t going anywhere soon, and a beer might help to relax her jangly nerves. “Did she introduce herself?”
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