Chapter Twenty-TwoThe café was bright and airy, with walls that were lined with pictures of Cornwall; steep clifftops against an ominously grey skyline, waves crashing on a sandy shore, gulls circling over choppy waters, a chubby toddler l*****g an ice-cream.
Large windows at the front of the café let the morning light pour inside and customers were seating themselves as close to the window as possible, so they could witness the day evolve. But not Jack and Kiera. They found a table at the back of the café, in the corner, just out of reach of the natural light. Kiera switched on the laptop and connected to the Wi-Fi.
This was where they had spent their last few mornings and Jack had begun to complain about the risk. With the Magic Council and the Witch Hunters looking for them, they had
