Chapter 9“I had to tell Deputy Santiago,” Mrs. Copperwith pleaded with her husband. We were on the autobus heading to Walter’s Grove, the next city on our journey. But after my rebuke from Deputy Santiago, I did not know if there would be any more journey by the time we arrived.
Diakono Copperwith frowned and looked straight ahead at the road. His cheeks were red, and his blond hair was stiffened like a razor’s edge.
“I’m not leaving Diondray if they summon us back to Issabella,” he said sharply. “He is the one who will fulfill Oscar’s prophecy.”
“Malcolm, you know how they are about magic,” Mrs. Copperwith said and turned his face to her. “I could not keep that from Deputy Santiago.”
“You could have, Annalisa. You did not want to.”
Diakono Copperwith removed his wife’s hand from his
