14
Jacoby
Xanthos takes off at a slow pace. With every step. he leads me and Agatha closer to the South fields. As I march along, my mind fogs over with questions.
Who is this girl, really?
What’s my next move?
When we reach the South fields, all thoughts of power and scheming instantly vanish. The cows here are little more than skin and bones. Some even have open wounds. I stroll through the herd, making notes of which animals are in the worst shape. I’ll attend to those first.
The first sick animal I find is a pregnant heifer. How this poor thing is still standing, I’ll never know.
“I’m Jacoby,” I state. “What’s your name?”
When the animal speaks, it’s between heavy gulps of air. “Daisy.”
“Okay, Daisy. I’m here to help you with magic. Do you understand that?”
Her eyes grow wind
