Chapter Fourteen
From the window of the passenger seat, Lucia marveled at the tall concrete and metal structures. Witches typically lived in one-story homes. Fae royalty had glass spires, but she'd never seen any. The Fae of Tahoe Lake were all nightshade farmers and herbalists. Their homes and businesses rose no higher than three stories. Zooming down the streets of the human city, she had to lean back in her seat to find the tops of the buildings. They were so tall they scraped the sky.
At the bottoms of the buildings, Lucia noted the patches of earth spaced uniformly in front of and in between each structure. The flora of the forest didn't grow in such an orderly and manicured way. She supposed humankind and moonkind inserted the greenery into the concrete and brick to remind them of
