CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
We did as Mrs. Brogan bid and soon found ourselves in the back of the store. A half a dozen smaller tables lined the back wall. These were covered in heavy white cloth. She grabbed the end of one of them and yanked the cover off to reveal only two shelves. The clothes on them were plain and familiar, but sturdy looking. There were leather jackets stacked on top of heavy jeans. Long overcoats were draped across short and long-sleeved shirts.
Mrs. Brogan turned to face us and her eyes revealed her pride. “These are some of my best work and cost some of the most coins for their magical powers.”
I lifted an eyebrow as I studied a pair of jeans. “What kind of magical powers?”
She nodded at the pants I admired. “Touch them.”
I reached out to do so but the moment my
