8
We prepared the shop for battle as if it were our fortress.
Niecy put the pocket radio on the front counter, and Darius changed it to a hip hop station and cranked the volume up.
“Balthus sent some spies,” I said. “That means someone inspected the shop, and they got a good look at everything.”
Darius threw a fist into an open palm.
“Means we gotta think like a burglar,” he said. “We gotta set charms and reset all the locks.”
Niecy waved a hand. A set of golden deadbolts appeared in her hand, and she tossed them at Darius. Then she waved another hand, materializing a toolbox. She gave it to him.
Darius snapped his fingers, sending a glowing green javelin at the front door, knocking the lock clean out of the wood.
I slid to the door as Darius tossed me a lock. Together, we changed
