Twila was staring at Grier incredulously. “Okay, okay, back it up.”
Grier sighed at her sister’s comment when Friday morning the two women were sitting in the town square which was decorated for to the hilt and where the wood chopping competition would be held at noon.
Out of nothing but pure spite to Nick for scaring Honey, she’d signed him up. He’d immediately known what she was up to when she told him at dinner the night before with her parents and he’d accepted the punishment. She was hoping for him to be taken down a peg or two.
“He blew on your burn, and you saw puffs of cold air.”
“Yes.”
“But Candy didn’t see it?”
“I was turned a bit.”
“Then he used magic to make a little snow person in your palm and then melted it?”
“Yup.”
“And he admitted to using his so-called fairy magi
