I noticed he hadn’t given his own name for the reservation, but an alias — Robert Marquez. Probably just trying to be careful, although I wondered how he was going to reconcile the discrepancy between the name on the reservation and the name on his credit card. Well, Simon had been very careful so far, and so I had to believe that he already had all the logistics planned out.
As the hostess brought us to our table, though, a tingle at the back of my neck told me that the occupants of the table over by the window were also of witch-kind — a man and a woman I didn’t recognize, probably around my parents’ age. Of course my first instinct was to panic, but Simon only put a reassuring hand on my arm, presumably to help guide me into my seat. However, I knew what he was really doing was making
