Chapter Seven
The dingy exterior of The Magic Touch, a fallen-down, lopsided cake of a pub, was almost completely overrun by moss. The stump of its structure was so textured with lichen that it seemed to be growing down into the soil.
Looking at it again, I realized I hadn’t missed the place.
“Wait a second, we don’t even have a plan to get inside,” I said, pulling Mallory to a stop as she charged ahead.
“Who says we need one?”
“Don’t you remember the last time we were here? The warlocks aren’t going to let us walk in there without a reason. We only got inside last time because someone vouched for us, and we don’t know if your cousin’s in there, so it’s not like we can ring up as a lifeline,” I said.
“Oh, you, always with the technicalities,” Mallory said, waving me away. “If our wor
