CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE † SUMMERI STAND IN front of an ancient oak with a smiling face on its bough. It takes four people holding hands to circle the gentle giant that watches over us.
I rub my hand along its bark, my palm tingling at the roughness. Its life energy greets mine as warmth running up my arm. I smile up at the tree. Silently, I thank it for the protection it
provides. Should anything happen, it will send a silent signal to the adults inside the manor and in seconds the most powerful witches and wizards in the land will converge upon us. We can’t
be safer with it around, not to mention the other guardians that are keeping close watch in the shadows. Our magical babysitters, I call them. A breeze rustles the oak’s leaves and I almost
hear it sigh in pleasure. It’s been particul
