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It’s lunchtime by the time Knox and I pull into the parking garage near Lucky’s. This part of Brooklyn is still pretty deserted, even during the daytime. It’s all part of the wards Alec cast over Lucky’s—the place is a werewolf hangout, and humans are most definitely not allowed. Even so, the protective spells have been going haywire lately. When that happens, this empty residential street gets mobbed with humans and their handhelds, all of them dying to take a selfie with a real werewolf. With magic disappearing from the world, shifters, witches, and fairies are more sought after than Hollywood stars. It’s hard to get rid of them, and even harder to magically wipe their memories and cell phones afterwards.
That’s why wards are so important. Better to keep the humans out.
Knox pauses
