Somewhat to Alessandro’s surprise, they survived the trip to Albuquerque unscathed. No run-ins with any Castillo witches or warlocks, no local police pulling them over because they looked suspicious for some reason. He even found that he didn’t much mind having Elena around, although he knew he would never admit such a thing to her. He was barely able to even admit it to himself.
They pulled into the garage of the big Victorian house at not quite six. The hour was too late to think about making anything elaborate for dinner, especially any of his favorite dishes that required hours of simmering on the back burner of a stove, but he figured he’d marinate some chicken breasts and bake them, then shred them for tacos. His pride wouldn’t allow him to serve canned beans, so they’d have to make
