Chapter 13
The man sitting on the couch in the small, dark room—the overhead light fixture had only one working bulb—huddled as though protecting himself. I’d never been to this part of the building, and I had no idea this place even existed. But Wes seemed to think it the best place for spellwork to be done uninterrupted.
“You can’t keep me here!” the man yelled as soon as we walked in, his voice high and scratchy. I wondered if he’d been screaming. “This is unlawful imprisonment!”
“Can it, Jester,” Max said with amusement. “You’re not in any trouble, and you’ll be compensated for your time. Let’s just do the thing so we can get you out of here, all right?”
Jester’s small eyes narrowed. He studied the three of us, before his gaze settled on me. “That him?”
Max nodded. I fought not to
