Chapter 3
I stood in front of the heavy fireproof door, looking up at the brass numbers and the tiny dot that was the peephole. It seemed to be towering over me, like the massive gates into the forbidden castle in a fantasy story.
It was just a door and a door of ordinary dimensions at that. But with no way for me to get past it, I guess it was for all intents and purposes an impregnable gate.
I did entertain the notion of breaking in. Only I had no idea how to do that. Lockpicking wasn't an elective when I was in high school. Brianna might know a spell to make locks open, but I didn't.
But there was one thing I could do.
I reached out my hands to press my palms to the door, hesitating just before they made contact. What if I had that sudden rush of head pain again? What if it was wor
