Hank
HankWe’re too late. Damn it. As we trudge into the house, we stare in shocked silence. We’d gone to the Dowager"s cottage determined to find an object of power to help us unlock Callie"s magic.
e’re too late. Damn it. But it looks like we never will.
But it looks like we never will.Because the whole place is empty. Completely. There isn’t a scrap of fabric left on the windows or a stitch of furniture, burned or not. We search through the rubble from the fire, looking for hidden places in the walls.
Nothing.
Nothing.So, we returned to Callie’s home, feeling like complete and utter failures. Callie was counting on us, and it makes my stomach turn thinking about the fact that we didn’t come through for her. That as much as we like to pretend we’re big and bad in this world of magic
