Jared stood, human, fully n***d, on the side of the road.
“Well...” He turned back towards Singer Valley. “That’s new.”
Tony Edlund leaned back against the wooden bar of his favorite watering hole, AUDREY'S, and took a long pull of his spicy margarita. Lola, the bartender, had added in extra jalapeno for kick, and each sip made his lips tingle. He nodded his thanks toward the pale, raven-haired bartender as she slid a second round over to him.
He needed the pick-me-up. Tony's last job had been brutal: a full week of almost nonstop chanting to cast a new magical security system for the city's biggest art museum. His sometimes-colleague, Osric Tan, had walked out of the museum’s front door with a priceless magical object a couple of months ago, and the museum wasn't going to take any chan
