Chapter 4Arik
Arik was only granted a moment to stare before a car, with a far more impatient guest, offered his vehicle an obnoxious honk. He lurched forward, grinning when Blaze slammed a palm against the dash to counter the movement. “Whoops. Sorry.”
He rolled through the entrance, past the sign, past the columns, and selected a parking spot away from the other vehicles that seemed to huddle around the medieval arch that had to be the admission gate. “Rental,” Arik reminded when Blaze looked over. “This place is probably crawling with vermin of the two-legged, too-young-to-give-a-s**t variety. As much as I like kids…”
Blaze shrugged. “I don’t mind walking.”
The pavement was already leaching heat as they stood atop it, and Arik worked his jacket off and tossed it over the seat of the
