He must have still been off balance from their encounter with the monster. That was the only reason Evan could think of as to why he was now sitting in a place called BJ’s Brewhouse, having a brown ale while Zoe sipped at a margarita. The restaurant was packed, too, and he hadn’t been sure they’d even be able to get a table, but one miraculously opened up just as the hostess took Zoe’s name. More prima magic? He couldn’t hazard a guess. Right then he was feeling a little shell-shocked, but he had picked up one vital piece of information.
At least now he knew that she drank.
“I’m really sorry about that — ” he began after the waiter had dropped off their drinks and disappeared.
Zoe waved her hand. “Whatever. At least I was able to get rid of the thing. But you need to be honest with me,
