“Are you going to start on the third box? Because if you are, I feel like you won’t have any left to play tourist with in Beacon Hill.”
“Not if we walk faster.”
Wade set off, leaving Riordan to follow, still carrying one box of cannoli. He only hoped no other kin saw him toting around a Mike’s Pastry box, or he’d never hear the end of it from hissiblings. When they reached the car, Riordan kept the box on his lap while Wade drove with a distracted air while he munched on cannoli.
“Do you even know where you’re going?” Riordan asked.
“The map on my phone does.”
Riordan sighed heavily, letting his head thunk against the headrest. “There’s only street parking in Beacon Hill. If you don’t want people to know what kind of car you drive, head for the Center Plaza Garage. It’s on the outskirts of everyone’s territory there.”
“I thought Beacon Hill only belonged to the fae?”
“Mostly. Especially during the day. There’s a corner that belongs to the Boston Night Court.” The car jerked a little in the lane, and when Riordan glanced over, Wade was scowling out the windshield. “Not a fan of vampires?”
“No,” Wade said shortly. “But it’ll be fine. We’ll leave before sunset.”
“You do realize making a mockery of fae territory boundaries isn’t much better?”
“I’ll take fae over vampires any day.” Wade glanced at him, a smirk tugging on his lips. “You’re not half-bad, seal-boy.”
Riordan let him keep his opinion on that and didn’t bother arguing. “Eat another cannoli.”
Wade laughed, taking the next turn on a yellow light. “Don’t mind if I do.”
He reached over to open the box Riordan was holding, somehow undoing the string without needing help. He grabbed another cannoli and took a large bite, driving one-handed. Riordan kept his attention on Wade rather than the road. “What are you hoping to find in Beacon Hill?”
Wade swallowed and licked at a bit of cream, which should honestly be illegal, in Riordan’s opinion. “I want to meet withLady Caith and see where Niall’s territory is. He has to be hiding his hostages somewhere.”
“Out in the open wouldn’t strike me as the way to go.”
“I feel like the older some of these immortals are, the dumber they get.”
Riordan narrowed his eyes. “I feel like I should be insulted.”
“Yeah? How old are you?”
“Almost four hundred.”
Wade hummed. “So are you a tween, then, by fae count? Or still a child? Is it like dog years?”
“Am Iwhat?” Riordan asked in exasperation. “No.”
“Just curious.”
Wade somehow finished the third and final box of cannoli by the time they parked in the garage. Riordan had no idea where he’d put it all and knew he probably wouldn’t get a straight answer out of Wade if he asked. The other man had a tendency to ignore questions about his background with a cheerfulness that probably put some people at ease and made everyone else walk on eggshells.
“Does your clan have pass-through rights with Lady Caith?” Wade asked as they left the parking garage.
“Yes. Beacon Hill has been her territory since she arrived before World War I. We had to move one of our pubs back then because we weren’t in any position to fight to keep the location.”
“Lose a lot of business because of her arrival?”
Riordan snorted. “No. We opened up the new pub near Harvard.”
“Oh, that’s smart. You’re never going to lose customers that way.” They paused on the sidewalk, and Wade squinted through the sunlight. “All right. Commence with the tour guide duties.”
“You know this is a risk, right?”
