To Wrangle A Witch (Southern Sanctuary Book 3) Read Online Free PDF

front of the closet.  “Get the door would you?”
    Serena
sent him a look of sheer disbelief.  Through the thin walls she heard the
sound of tires squealing as their pursuers took the turn into the courtyard inn
too fast.  “Locke.”  Her heart was beating a mile a minute.
    “Remember…
faith… in… me.” 
    Funny,
she hadn’t realised in all the excitement of her escape that Locke Valhalla was
completely an utterly insane.  With no other option available she reached,
over opening the closet door. “This is turning out to be a very weird rescue.”
    Locke
clucked his tongue, taking a step into the closet, ducking slightly to avoid
getting a couple of wire hangers in the face.  Holding Serena even closer
in the cramped space, he managed to turn them around.  “Not weird. 
Unique… stylish even.  Get the door again would you?”
    “We’re
going to hide in the closet?”  Serena yanked the door closed, abruptly
encasing them in darkness.  “What are you ten?  It will take them two
minutes to find us in here.”   She could sense
Locke smiling in the dark.  Honestly, if the man wasn’t so good looking
and wore such expensive looking suits someone would have found a nice padded
cell for him years ago.
    “We’re
really going to have to work on those trust issues of yours. Door?”
    “What?” 
Serena was past confused and heading towards frozen disbelief.
    Locke
just issued a heartfelt sigh, repositioned her slightly in his arms and turned
the doorknob himself.  Serena squeezed her eyes shut, unsure if it was the
sight of the room’s décor or the prison guards coming for her that she was
trying to block out, possibly both.
    “It’s
okay Serena you can open your eyes now.”  Locke instructed in a soft
amused tone.  Serena was debating the wisdom of that when an unfamiliar
yet friendly voice broke into her silent decision making process.
    “Hey
Locke, didn’t know you were stopping by.  And you bought a friend.”
    “Hey
Marvin.”
    Marvin? 
Locke’s second or was it third cousin twice removed?  That Marvin? 
What would he be doing in the hotel room they just vacated?  Serena opened
her eyes, drinking in the sight of unfamiliar surroundings, spicy, bordering on
eye-watering, scents filling the air.  She was in a kitchen of all places,
full of industrial sized ovens, cook tops and equipment.  Smack bang in
the middle of it was a man, standing over a large pot.  He was wearing an
apron that said ‘Hot and Smoking and that’s just the Cook!’ over a frayed dark
blue t-shirt, shorts and flip flops.  He looked to be in his late fifties,
with a buzz cut of grey hair and friendly light blue eyes.
    “Marvin
this is Serena, Serena, my cousin Marvin.”
    “Hey
darling.  Want a taste from my latest batch?”  He held out a spoon in
invitation.  “I’m pretty sure it’s going to be a winner.”
    Was
that the spoon melting or just heat rising from the acid red liquid?
    Locke
squeezed Serena lightly in warning.  “Sorry Marv, can’t stay.  Gotta
get this one back to her people.”
    “Maybe
another time.”  Disappointment edged the older man’s voice.
    “Definitely.” 
Serena couldn’t help but smile.  “Locke’s mentioned great things about
your hot sauce.”
    “Really?” 
Marvin’s chest puffed out in a pride, a huge grin spreading across his
face. 
    “Yeah
another time.  Later Marvin.”  Locke swung her around and they
stepped right back into… not a closet… a large pantry stacked full of canned goods
and warehouse sized tubs of spices.
    “This
is so unreal.  How did we get here?”  Another thought had her
squeezing Locke’s arm. “Can they follow us?”
    Turning
Locke awkwardly shuffled forward, grasped the doorknob and pulled the pantry
door shut.  “Don’t worry.  Only family and designated friendlies can
activate and use the portals.”
    “Why
didn’t you just zap us out of the hospital?”
    “Because.”
Locke opened the pantry door;