“World-famous Canyon Road,” Cat said, her tone so dry that I knew she was being slightly mocking.
“Your house is on this street?” I asked. I couldn’t exactly call it commercial, not with all the differently shaped buildings, some of which looked like houses that had been converted to gallery space. Still, it didn’t seem like the kind of place to find a witch clan, not when we had to try so hard to keep our true natures from civilians.
Then again, I supposed you could say the same thing about Jerome.
“One street over. It’s a little more residential there.”
This proved to be the case, because after we’d driven a few more blocks, the SUV turned left onto a side street. Immediately we were away from the galleries and the shops and the foot traffic, and headed toward a huge property that sa
