Keepers & Killers (The Alchemy Series) Read Online Free PDF

but blackness. "Why all the way out here? Didn't he come through the portal in the casino? Wouldn't that have been easier?" I readjusted myself in the soft leather seat, angled away from him.
    "He came over through one of the other portals. He felt more comfortable on his territory and I didn 't care either way." He toyed with the radio and flipped through a quick succession of channels until he stopped on Desert Rose by Sting.
    "How many other wormholes do you have going on?" I asked as the melody filled the car.
    "A few. Since they've got to be spaced out, I can't manage all of them personally." He turned right off the main road. "We're here."
    The driveway was the only one I 'd seen for miles and it was so long it could've been mistaken for a road if it hadn't been marked as a private entrance. Lights pointed upward and lit the Willow Acacia trees that lined the drive all the way to the house.
    "No gates?" I asked, thinking that this place would have state of the art security, gates at the least.
    "They don't need them. I know Vitor seems civilized, but not all of his brethren are quite so refined. The Fae have other ways of keeping out unwanted guests."
    We finally pulled into the circular drive. A lighted fountain spewed water in the center of the paver driveway of the sprawling ranch house with a Spanish tiled roof and stucco façade. It was massive , spreading out before us in both directions.
    "This place looks fit for royalty." I looked at the lead paned windows and the ornate entrance.
    "Vitor is a prince on his planet."
    "Really?" I couldn 't decide whether I thought that was cool or pretentious. "Is anybody going to come out?" A prince should have some sort of staff, you would think.
    "No. It 's not their way. To the Fae, greeting doesn't happen until you enter their domain. If one did come out, it wouldn't be in welcome. Allowing you to come to them is considered proper etiquette." He left the car sitting in the drive, walked up the steps to the front door and went to open it.
    I stored that little nugget away. Fae come out… run for the hills.
    I climbed the couple of stairs to the large double doors and hesitated as I watched Cormac stroll in. He paused at the open door and waited for me, his eyes telling me not to worry, he had my back. We had beef, Cormac and I, but the same thing that kept me on at the casino pushed at me now. There was a connection there that I'd never had with anyone else. Maybe it was because he knew me for what I was. There was nothing to hide with him. I'd never had that. Ever. And as long as he wasn't the one trying to kill me, I didn't think he'd let anyone else do it either. And that was a good thing? What the hell was wrong with me?
    I turned my head back to eye up the distance to the car, wondering if he left the keys inside , when his hand wrapped around mine and pulled me in. "Chill out! I was coming." I hate when I feel like he is herding me. Pushy man.
    I snatched my hand away as I followed him down a terra cotta tiled hallway into a great room. The entire house was decorated in a southwestern style. Glass doors overlooked a lighted pool with a waterfall set into the corner. But it was the people that my eyes came to rest on. Vitor stood off to the side, not far from the doors, looking as refined as ever. An older, aristocratic woman sat on one of the two couches that faced each other. Her grey hair was pulled into a chignon, showing off Tahitian pearls at her neck. A forty something year old man sat across from her, dressed similarly to Vitor, in khakis and a polo shirt.
    "It 's nice to see you, Jo," Vitor greeted me and nodded to Cormac.
    To say the moment was awkward would 've been like saying Smallpox had been a minor bug. I smiled over at the other people in the room, to help break the tension. You knew things were bad when I was trying to be the socially correct one.
    Vitor introduced the woman on the couch as his mother, Iselda, and the gentleman as his cousin,