Chapter Eight
EZRA SAT ON the ground, his back against a towering cypress as he stared out at Crabgrass Creek, a couple of mallards drifting across the surface, the sun’s reflection on top of the rippling water. He felt a calmness every time he sat there, as if the water had healing powers for his soul. Of course, he knew Adira would tell him it actually did possess those qualities as one of the four magical elements of nature. He chuckled as he rested his back on the bark of the tree, the roughness digging into his scalp. Josh would be impressed that he even remembered what the witch had shared with them about the elements around them. The truth was, he did pay attention. Quite a bit of attention, actually. What else did he really have to do with his time? He glanced down at the laptop r
