CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
My face drooped. “I-I don’t think I have enough control to be that help.”
“If you have a pinch of magic in you then that’ll be enough for me,” Clara insisted as Tegan helped her to her feet. She nodded at the fire. “Get flaming, dragon, and I’ll heat up a fresh spell.”
While Tegan worked his magic, I took up his position as inquisitor to our companion. “You wouldn’t happen to have a guess about who might have hit you, do you?”
Clara wrinkled her nose. It made her resemble a pug. “No, but when I catch that fiend I’ll give him a piece of his foot to eat.” I had no doubt she meant that literally.
The witch marched past me and over to an assortment of very used pots and pans. She picked out one of the blackest pots and moved over to the fire Tegan had crafted fr
