CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
I couldn’t go first but I could stay close by Tegan’s side as he ventured over to the askew door. The blast from my blood had left it battered and broken and the hinges were the worse for wear. Tegan pressed his hand against the end closest to the hinges and creaked the door open to reveal the innocent-looking outdoors. My magic has blasted all the sand off the porch and left a wide path the same width as the doorway clear to the slope upward out of the depression.
Clara followed behind us and Tegan paused at the doorway to look over at her. “What preparations do you have left for the trial?”
She wrinkled her nose. “I need to be there to command the brooms.”
I blinked at her. “Command the brooms?”
She glared at me. “Stop wasting time and start moving.” She emphasi
