“Yes. I am, as you say, a magical chocolatier. I run a chocolate shop, and I can imbue my confections with magic - though I can do much more than that as well.”
Avery breathed again, letting go of a breath that she hadn’t realized she’d been holding.
“I’ve been trying to puzzle out what happened to you since yesterday.” Pascal continued, motioning for her to follow him over to a dining table in the back corner of the work room. “But, I should probably hear what you think happened first. Then we’ll see if my assumptions prove correct.”
This corner of the large work space was set up a bit like a break room. There was a small wood and wrought iron baker’s rack positioned cornerwise behind the table that was set up as a coffee station, and a long credenza cluttered with a wide variety of l
