Chapter Four
The fourteenth-floor apartment was sunny, spacious, and a serious upgrade from the perpetually dank basement her former vampire “master” had stashed her in.
It was also not Gabriel Redthorne’s residence. As an earth witch with a nose for magic, Jaci was good with scents. The royal vampire’s was cold and mysterious, like evergreens in winter, like crushed mint on ice, like something fervently alive trapped beneath an eternal snow.
This place held no trace of it.
“Who lives here?” she asked, bracing for the answer as she eyed up the living area—spacious, pretty, fully furnished. French doors led to a balcony outside, a café table and two chairs waiting invitingly in the sunshine.
A grim smirk turned up the corner of his mouth. “A newly acquired witch eager to prove her usef
