CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
We made quick work of that chore and soon stepped back to admire our job. Everything was as it had been before our arrival.
A thought struck me and I looked up at Tegan. “Could Clara have put them out there?”
A smile touched the corners of his lips. “Do you think she could lift those stones?”
I shrugged. “Maybe she used magic to put them there.”
“Perhaps, but she hasn’t exhibited that kind of magic,” he pointed out as he led me toward the road.
“What kind of magic has she exhibited?” I asked him.
“Potions like Cordelia can create,” he reminded me as he stared ahead. “Though we should look through the trial archives to see what else she’s created for our host.”
We returned to the house and discovered chaos on the front lawn. Dozens of servants were scouring
