Mallory reached the end of the tavern, checking up the side of it. No one was there. She was torn. Did she keep moving or remain where she was and possibly learn more information? She peered around the corner at the three men.
The one who’d been pressed against the wall started to move away. The first man spun, catching him. “It was a trick. I knew it.”
“It wasn’t. I swear.” He tried to pull away from the first man.
“Like you swear you didn’t cheat?” the second man asked.
“It wasn’t me,” he protested.
The spell wore off and Mallory glanced around, making sure no one had spotted her. Before she could recast the spell, Jorgen appeared beside her.
He placed a hand on her arm. “We need to find out which one is the fancy house.”
“By searching the village?”
“No. We should go back and as
