“I thought you said it was self-sailing.” “It is.” “Well, it’s not sailing,” he ground out. “Don’t you think I’ve noticed? I have no idea what’s wrong—maybe it ran out of gas. Why do you expect me to have all the answers?” I raised my arms out in surrender. “You’re the one who is supposed to be this great sorceress. You apprenticed with Merlin and studied every sort of magic—that’s why. I thought somewhere in that vast knowledge of yours, you might know something that would help us.” He stood midway through his speech, spewing his frustrations down at me. Not one to be talked down to, I flew to my feet and put my hands defensively on my hips. “You’re absolutely right. I know exactly how to fix this—I’m a water elemental. All I need is for you to take these damn iron cuffs off my wrists, an
