Chapter 63- Zane

Mags opens the door, her usual cigarette puffing its pungent smell into my face. “My boy, you made it.” She says in her deep scraggly voice. Fate was not kind to her when it came to aging. She pissed him off badly. Generally, you’ve done and gone pissed off Fate if you age poorly. It’s not always the case, but it is a lot of the time. Sometimes he’s a petty asshole, which is why I’ll stay on his good side. 

“Yeah, you said you had information. I’m here for the information, not you, Mags.” I spit at her as I shove past her. 

As suspected, Mags has attempted to use a charm amplified by a spell. I can see the engravings of spell markings on the floor. I hear Mags shut the door. Seconds later, she is in front of me. “You were always an ungrateful child.”