Just as my own talent with the weather had come in handy when I’d used it to put out a prairie fire in Wyoming the summer before. Of course, back then, I hadn’t thought it was quite so handy, considering my weather gifts had led Agent Randall Lenz, former head of Homeland Security’s Project Daedalus, right to my front door. In the end, though, everything had worked out. After all, if he hadn’t caught me, I would never been able to prove to him that he actually was a warlock…and he would never have made the decision to help free all the witches and warlocks he was holding at the facility he managed in Virginia.
That one good deed couldn’t quite erase everything else he’d done. He’d sworn that his gun had discharged accidentally when he’d come to collect me from my mother’s house in Kanab,
