CHAPTER 17A Sinister Enchantment
“Clear this area, quickly!” Grandmother Meriweather shouted as she swiped her wand across the kitchen table. Fine napkins and doilies scattered to the floor and chairs bolted for the wall. Monte dived out of the way as a stool barreled toward him.
“Here! Set Garrick here!” Grandmother Meriweather exclaimed.
Garrick’s limp body, draped in Grandmother Meriweather’s tartan cloak, floated into the kitchen, supported by a small army of fairies. An angry welt the size of a cherry pulsated on his forehead, blending with the dark circles that masked his swollen eyes. Cuts and scratches streaked across his body, the lacerations on his shoulder and the back of his neck deep and gaping. Monte clutched a chair for support, his stomach suddenly queasy as the fairies
