C32 Wicked World

"It's cold out." Leah set down a salver of glasses—each one, tinted with an earthy brown tea. "Chamomile. It will calm you."

They had been invited in, and seated around a small mosaic fireplace—the bricks hand-laid, uneven, crumbling and decaying, but the fire warming the room brilliantly. The flames stretching high behind the metal gate had Vinny shifting in his seat