Chapter 4Peter took one look at her when she arrived the next morning and burst into laughter. Lyne rolled her eyes and continued into the cave, where Professor Meadwell was bent over the table, peering at a tablet with a penlight. He glanced up, returned to his work, then looked up again. “Are you ill, Miss Vanlith?”
“No, just cold.” Right, maybe the third sweater under her raincoat was a bit much. Especially for a Canadian. Though when she’d stepped out of the house into the morning drizzle, she wished she had a fur coat, not to mention a fur hat. And gloves.
Mrs. Glick hadn’t mentioned legends again the rest of the night while supervising Lyne’s move upstairs, and Lyne hadn’t pressed her on the mysterious Council. As soon as she’d brought up the last of her books and Mrs. Glick wished
