#Chapter 142 Shifts and Spells

Dominic The witch was hard to convince. When we arrived at No Man’s Land, the tavern-owner was welcoming but wary of our proposition. But we had helped her before, and she would not leave a debt unpaid. “What makes you think I can even get you in?” Beatrice leaned low over the end of the bar where I sat with Wyatt. Julian stayed in the car with Lucas, not wanting to draw attention to us by bringing a minor into a bar. “Blind faith,” I said with a wry smile, “and the fact that my wife trusts you.” “She clocked me pretty fast, didn’t she?” The bartender smiled, the way that most people did when they thought of Mira. That familiar ache in my heart flared, and I squeezed my clasped hands harder together on the top of the bar. Beatrice looked at the tension in my hands and then back at my face, reading me. Something shifted in her eyes as she came to some conclusion about me. “You have sad eyes,” she said without judgment. “I am sad,” I said, judging myself for he