“Well, there we go.” Adrian was clearly very pleased with his find, despite the risk to the car’s tires. “Maybe Jackie’s sister is staying here.”
“Odd choice to run nefarious magical activities out of,” I remarked.
“I don’t know. Seeing as there aren’t any ancient castles in the neighborhood, then why not a bed-and-breakfast?”
I took a deep breath. “Okay, then. Let’s go make some inquiries. You sure you can muddle the minds of those who see me?”
“Easy,” he said. “Easier still if you were wearing your wig.”
“Oh, shoot. I forgot.” I ducked down and retrieved a shoulder-length brown wig that Ms. Terwilliger had supplied me with. Even with Adrian’s magic, we wanted to take extra precautions. While it would be good if people were visited by an unmemorable blonde, it’d be better still if they were visited by an unmemorable brunette. I tugged the wig on, hoping no one had seen my transformation. I lifted my head. “Does it look okay?”
Adrian’s face showed approval. “It’s cute. You look even brainier, which I didn’t think was possible.”
We left the car, and I wondered if I wanted to look brainier. A lot of people already thought I was boring. Blond hair might be the only exciting thing I had going for me. Then I thought for a minute about my recent experience scaling a fire escape, breaking and entering, and getting into a fistfight with a fugitive. Not to mention that I was now hunting a powerful evil witch alongside a vampire who could control people’s minds.
Okay, maybe I wasn’t so boring after all.
We stepped inside to find a cute little lobby with an ornate desk and a sitting area with wicker furniture. Stuffed rabbits dressed in ball gowns adorned the shelves, and the walls actually had oil paintings of Queen Victoria. The owners apparently took their theme very literally, though I wasn’t sure how the rabbits fit in.
A girl my age sat at the desk and glanced up in surprise from a magazine. She had short platinum hair and hipster glasses. Tons of necklaces hung around her neck in a gaudy display that went against my minimalist sensibilities. Hot pink plastic beads, a sparkly green star, a gold and diamond locket, a dog tag . . . it was mind-boggling. Even worse, she was chewing gum loudly.
“Hi,” she said. “Can I help you?”
We’d had a whole routine planned, but Adrian immediately went off script. He slung his arm around me. “Yeah, we’re looking for a weekend getaway, and a friend of ours swears this is top-of-the-line romance.” He pulled me closer. “Our anniversary’s coming up. We’ve been dating for one year, but man, it hardly seems like it.”
“That’s for sure,” I said, trying to keep my jaw from dropping. I forced what I hoped was a happy smile.
The girl glanced back and forth between us, her expression softening. “That’s so sweet. Congratulations.”
“Can we check the place out?” Adrian asked. “I mean, if there are any vacant rooms?”
“Sure,” she said, standing up. She spit her gum into a trash can and walked over to us. “I’m Alicia. My aunt and uncle are the owners.”
“Taylor,” I said, shaking her hand.
“Jet,” said Adrian. I nearly groaned. For inexplicable reasons, “Jet Steele” was a pseudonym Adrian really liked using. In our rehearsal today, he was supposed to be called Brian.
Alicia glanced back and forth between us, a small frown on her face that soon smoothed out. I had to guess it was Adrian’s compulsion, confusing her perceptions of us a bit. “Follow me. We have a few vacant rooms you can see.” With one last puzzled look at us, she turned and headed toward a stairway.
“Isn’t this great, sweetie?” Adrian asked loudly as we walked up the creaking stairs. “I know how much you like rabbits. Didn’t you have one when you were little? What was his name, Hopper?”
“Yeah,” I said, resisting the urge to punch him on the arm. Hopper? Really? “Best rabbit ever.”
“Oh, neat,” said Alicia. “Then I’ll take you to the Bunny Suite first.”
The Bunny Suite had more of those well-dressed stuffed rabbits as part of the decor. The quilt covering the king-size bed also had a border of alternating hearts and rabbits stitched in. Several books sat on the mantel above the wood-burning fireplace, including The Tale of Peter Rabbit and Rabbit, Run. Until that moment, I hadn’t realized just how absurdly far a theme could be taken.
“Wow,” said Adrian. He sat down on the bed and tested its bounciness, giving it a nod of approval. “This is amazing. What do you think, buttercup?”
“I have no words,” I said honestly.
He patted the spot beside him. “Want to try it out?”
I answered with a look and felt relieved when he stood up. Adrian and beds stirred up too many conflicting feelings in me.
After that, Alicia showed us the Morning Glory Suite, the Velvet Suite, and the London Suite, all of which competed to outdo the others in tackiness. Nonetheless, despite the absurdity of Adrian’s ruse, the tour had given me the opportunity to take note of the other labeled doors in the hallway. We followed Alicia back downstairs.
“We don’t get to see the Sapphire Suite or the Prince Albert Suite?” I asked.
Alicia shook her head. “Sorry. Those are occupied. I can give you a brochure with some pictures, if you want.”
Adrian had his arm around me again. “Angel cake, wasn’t the Prince Albert Suite where Veronica stayed? She’s not still here, is she?”
“I’m not sure,” I said. This, at least, was similar to what we’d rehearsed. I glanced over at Alicia. “You probably can’t tell us that, huh? If our friend Veronica’s here? She’s really pretty, has long dark hair.”
“Oh, yeah,” said Alicia, brightening. “Of course I remember her. She was in the Velvet Suite, actually, and just checked out yesterday.”
I resisted the urge to kick the desk. So close. We’d missed her by a day. Yes, the universe was definitely done giving me breaks. I wouldn’t be able to cast the scrying spell until the next full moon, which was a month away.
“Oh, well,” said Adrian, still with that easy smile. “We’ll see her for Christmas anyway. Thanks for your help.”
“Do you want to book a room?” Alicia asked hopefully.
“We’ll get back to you on that,” I said. I actually wouldn’t have put it past Adrian to book one and then claim it was part of our cover. “We’re checking out a few places. A one-year anniversary isn’t something you want to make a hasty decision on.”
“But,” said Adrian, giving her a wink, “I’ve got a good feeling about the Bunny Suite.”
Alicia walked us out, her eyes widening when she saw the Mustang. “Wow, nice car.”
“It’s an amazing car,” I said.
“That’s our baby—well, until we have real ones. Don’t you think it needs a name?” asked Adrian. “I keep trying to convince Taylor.” Once again, I had to fight the urge to punch him.
“Oh, definitely,” said Alicia. “That kind of car . . . it’s like royalty.”
“See?” Adrian shot me a triumphant look. “And Alicia’s an expert on royalty. Didn’t you see all those paintings?”
“Thanks for your help,” I told her, steering him forward. “We’ll be in touch.”
We got in the car, and after waving goodbye to Alicia, Adrian drove away. I stared blankly ahead. “Much like with the Bunny Suite, I have no words to describe what just happened. I mean, really? Our anniversary? Jet?”
“I look more like a Jet than a Brian,” he argued. “Besides, that was a much better story than the one about how we wanted to pay a surprise birthday visit to our ‘friend’ Veronica.”