Chapter 8
Trading Places
Flanna hurried to where Penny lay unconscious over the cairn of stones that marked their mother’s grave. There was no malice in her heart, and she tucked her wand into an inner pocket of her cloak before kneeling down over her. She lifted Penny’s head from her pillow of stones and held it for a moment, studying the face they shared. She wiped tears from the slack cheeks, then laid her back down.
Flanna looked at her mother then, what there was to look at, the hair and partially uncovered skull, and when her own tears began to well in her eyes again, she forced her gaze away.
She picked up and pocketed Penny’s wand, stood, and walked to the spill of junk piled against the wall. The thing she’d been searching Penny’s memories for lay right on top. A small blood o
