Chapter Thirteen
I gulp as the prison walls take shape in front of me. Now that I'm faced with breaking in and getting someone out, I'm not so confident in the plan.
The six magic stores we made weight down the bag slung over my shoulder. Even if they'd felt like the answer at the time, now they seem crude. Like we're playing at magic we shouldn't even dream about touching.
Thomas reaches out and takes my hand. "It's all going to be fine," he assures me. "The plan is a good one."
"It's barely a plan at all," I whisper back.
With no extra information about the prison, we're relying on a curse helping us go undetected, and the magic store to form distractions when we think that's going to fail. It's hardly a plan at all.
"What word did you set as the trigger?" I ask Ryan.
He digs arou
