Chapter 7: MojoI was living in my second apartment when I saw Julian again. This was a nicer place, not the beat-down apartment I’d gotten when my dad asked me to move because I didn’t know any other way to get an apartment. I’d placed myself in the middle of the drug area—not Big Sug, the police had cracked down on its use on earth by then—but the other kinds of drugs with funny names and bright colors attached to them. They were tempting. Drugs were always tempting, the doorways they were to other worlds.
But I kept my cool. I went to meetings instead of into the alleyways, and though I wanted to roll my eyes at some of the things people said in the basement of forgotten churches, I thought of Etienne. I tried to channel him in those meetings, talking about my master and then my enemy,
