Ten
I retreated back to my apartment, though I knew I wouldn’t be sleeping. Too much rattled around in my head. Questions needing answers that I didn’t have and feared would come too late. My place wasn’t much—a one bedroom—but it suited me just fine. It wasn’t like J.T. and I were in a place where we were thinking about moving in together. As a bonus, the neighbors didn’t seem to notice my odd hours or random scents of magic.
Locking my g*n into the lockbox in my bedroom, I spotted the boxes of magical texts my mother had squirreled away before her death. They were a mix of witchcraft history from the area and reference materials on magical creatures. They’d come in handy before and maybe they could again. I dragged the box containing the general history of the area into the living room
