Chapter 15Magic was the answer. Markle knew in his bones he could pull this off. Magana had told him his magic fed on his emotions. And right now he was frenzied as a shark in a pool of blood.
Markle made his eyes go wide. “Magic?”
“Yes,” the leader told him. Her dark hair was shaved off on the right side, and hanging down to her shoulder on the left. It was a rank, he realized, which explained why Frye had none at all. The other three had short-cropped hair to their ears, in varying shades of brown. “He’s been putting spells on you.”
“He can’t have,” Markle said. “There’s no such thing as magic.”
Varner, the one who still stood close with his knife extended, guffawed loudly. “And just what was going on earlier, you daft i***t? You think we were all falling over on purpose? An earthqua
