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Cassie relented.
    “Fine,” she said, her mouth pressed into a tight frown. She waved the taxi on, looking impatient.
    “Let me grab the keys from Duverjay,” Gabriel said. At her puzzled look, he clarified, “The butler. In the suit and tails?”
    Cassie rolled her eyes and walked back into the Manor’s front yard, plopping down on a marble bench to wait. Gabriel knew he’d made her well and truly angry, but he’d be damned if he knew what to do about it. He couldn’t very well apologize for his feelings about mating, could he? No matter how full her lips might be, how sexy her wide gray eyes…
    As he fetched the keys from the Manor’s foyer, he wondered if it wasn’t better that she remain angry. Gabriel intended to keep distance between them, and what better way than to let nature take its course?
    Before he left the Manor, he grabbed a go-bag from the foyer. It lacked a sword, his favored weapon, but it did have several weapons and some money, just in case.
    “Alright,” Gabriel said as he rejoined Cassie. He unlocked the car and went around to open her door, trying not to smirk at her suspicious expression. He tossed the bag in the back seat and climbed into the driver’s seat, frowning as he crammed his lanky frame into the car.
    “Never will get used to autos,” he sighed as he pulled the car out onto Esplanade.
    “I had a car for a few years, back when I was a teenager. A junky little subcompact. Your legs and that car would not mix well,” Cassie said. “You would’ve had to ride in the back seat or something.”
    “Let’s not find out. Where are we going, by the way?” Gabriel asked.
    “Jackson Square,” Cassie said.
    Gabriel blinked, surprised by her answer. Right in the center of the French Quarter lay the St. Louis Cathedral, one of the city’s oldest tourist attractions. Before the grand church lay a miniature park, surrounded on all sides by restaurants and art galleries and retail shops. Crammed into the empty spaces were artists, hot dog and snoball vendors, chess grandmasters offering lessons, street performers, and every other kind of merchant imaginable – Jackson Square.
    Gabriel had expected Cassie’s sources to be in the Gray Market, the vast underground paranormal market hidden from human view. If not there, then in some other venue that served the Kith, the supernatural community.
    “You wanted to come,” Cassie said, turning to look out the window. “Parking is going to be a nightmare, you know.”
    “Despite the usual traffic conditions in the French Quarter, the Guardians can park anywhere they want,” Gabriel said archly.
    That got Cassie’s attention.
    “I thought no one was immune from New Orleans parking tickets,” she said. “They’re unavoidable, like death and taxes.”
    Gabriel gave a wry smile.
    “We have friends in every level of New Orleans government. I assure you, the service we provide the city more than makes up for a few parking tickets.”
    She merely sighed as Gabriel navigated to a parking spot only a block from the Cathedral. As soon as he’d parked, Cassie seemed to make a point of getting out of the car before he could come around and open the door for her.
    Gabriel looked to the skies, trying to summon patience. Of course fate would give him a modern, independent female for a mate, someone who wouldn’t just accept his will. Rubbing a hand over his face, Gabriel hurried to catch up with Cassie.
    “Are we getting a snoball?” Gabriel asked, making a joke about a snow cone derivative that locals adored.
    “I mean, you can,” Cassie said. “I’m going to see Madame Marquis.”
    “Madame who?”
    Cassie led him into Jackson Square. The park was surrounded by a twenty-foot-tall wrought iron fence, around which most of the vendors were congregated. Cassie approached a woman sitting in a camping chair, moving tarot cards around a small table draped in black satin. A massive banner hung on the fence behind her, proclaiming, “Madame