CHAPTER EIGHT
I started back and blinked at her. “How do you know that?”
Grandmother’s reply was to raise one upturned hand and beckon toward me with her long, slender fingers. I yelped and started back when my silver threads flowed out of my body and floated over to her. They wrapped themselves around her hand and she c****d her head to one side. Her eyes had a soft, faraway look in them and her voice was so low I hardly caught the words.
“Sylvine magic. I never thought I would live to see it again.”
Arian’s eyes widened. “Are you sure, Grandmother?”
My heart skipped a beat at the tension in my friend’s words. “Is that bad?”
Grandmother Frou waved her hand and my threads dispelled like mist against a wind. “Nothing a little focus wouldn’t fix but it does make changing her tr
