Chapter Six
As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t go to The Magic Touch alone. If what Aurelia told me about the pub was right, it was crawling with warlocks — and somehow I didn’t think they’d be keen on having a reporter invade their space.
Though I considered calling Beau, I’d already played that card with him, and after dragging him to a grungy vampire bar where we were the only living creatures in the place, I doubted he’d want to accompany me to a warlock pub.
Mallory, however, might be interested, and she’d have more insight into the patrons than anyone else I knew. Besides, she’d offered to hang out with me tonight, so what better way to break the ice than to walk into a warlocks’ pub together? There’s nothing quite as bonding as danger.
While I walked back to the Messenger’s offi
