Chapter 9: Returning

As fun as it is to punch guys who won't take no for an answer, I can't work magic and I'm not stupid; I wasn't going to walk home alone. I slipped back into the club and found Rosy, who walked me back without, thankfully, feeling the need to ask any awkward questions.

The Magnolia Glade was magically hidden--unsurprisingly. It was a pocket dimension, a place that could be entered from several different doorways scattered around the globe. That was about as much of the explanation as I understood.

What mattered was this: we could get home by walking through a Magnolia tree on the corner of 4th and 7th street. It was a tiny, overlooked sort of park that gave the distinct impression of being older than the city around it. Which, given what I knew now, was probably accurate.