For the first time in one of our undertakings, there wasn’t a lot of planning to do. We didn’t need assignments or travel plans. There were no costumes or elaborate ruses to disguise our actions. Nope, this time we were going in together with just our magic, and I was comforted . . . also terrified. But when wasn’t I terrified?
The night was nice, though, one of those cool evenings of spring when a fire is the perfect thing to keep off the dew.
Sharon was singing, her head thrown back. “God’s gonna trouble the water.”
I hummed along quietly as I watched the fire.
Charlie and Jed were laughing and threatening each other with burning sticks. Lizzie was dancing in the firelight, and the rest of us just listened and watch. It was a peaceful moment, so peaceful I could almost forget we were
