With no hands-free ways to get inside Dimic's Everlasting Ink and the risk of being caught by a roaming fae or a sketchy witch like Ty, I had to rely on magic. Not what I wanted to do, but I didn't want the building to look like I'd smashed through the front door with my boots either.

I kept walking past the shop toward The Witch's Tit, a tiny grocery store a few buildings down. Someone walked out the store's door as I strolled inside. It always smelled like cleaning chemicals ...