Chapter 8
“THE HIGH WARLOCK?” Mallory repeated, in the way people did when talking about someone famous. She, too, looked around the room.
No one seemed to hear either one of us.
Good.
“Yes,” I said, nodding. “What’s wrong?”
Mallory narrowed her eyes. “Why would you want to meet Matlock?”
Did everyone call him by his first name? No, of course not. No one did. No one—at least, the people I had spoken to, and granted, that was just Mother and Aunt Alison—did not wish to even speak his title out loud. Strange that Mallory could vocalize his name without so much as a hiccup.
I down cast my eyes, hoping to look as lost and innocent as possible. “Well, honestly, because I have no idea where else to start,” I said. Could I trust her the way I trusted Mother and Aunt Alison? “Mother kept me
