Chapter 173

It wasn’t a far drive from the mansion to downtown Phoenix, and it made for a peaceful trip. Parking in the Southwest’s concrete jungle, on the other hand, was terrible, and the ridiculous demands of Logan's friends certainly didn’t help.

“You know the rule, Jakey,” Rafe reminded me. “If it’s not within three blockin’s, the Rafester’s not a-walkin’.”

“I second that notion,” Oliver spoke up. “I may look young for my age, but I’m still hundreds of years old. The closer we get, the better.”

“Also, no parking meters,” Rafe added.

“No parking meters?” Logan questioned. “Why on Earth--”

“I had a bad experience with a meter maid I picked up at a bar back in Albuquerque,” the goblin spouted with crossed arms. “I refuse to give her any more of my money.”

“Rafe, you realize the money actually doesn’t--”

“Don’t care.” Rafe shook his head. “I’m not giving money to any industry that produces soulless banshees like that.”

“Banshees aren’t actually soulless,” Abina interjected. “They’re li
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