CHAPTER SEVEN
We rolled onto the more industrious parts of town, and shadows zoomed overhead. I looked up and watched a gaggle of witches fly over the rooftops.
“Can a lot of people fly brooms?” I asked my companion.
“A number of witches have that skill, but for the common populace it’s outside their abilities.”
“So not very many?”
“No.”
I dropped my eyes to the canister on my arm. “An hour’s drive, huh?”
Ben leaned forward to study my face. “You have a spark of inspiration in your eyes.”
I shrugged. “I just thought it might be faster to get to the estate on a broom, that’s all.”
Ferox clopped his hooves a little harder on the cobblestones and clamped his teeth together. Ben chuckled. “Ferox doesn’t agree with your assessment.”
“Ferox doesn’t want to be left out,” I quipped
