Chapter 8Frye had predicted it would take half the day to convince Markle to play. Once again, the kid surprised him.
They walked on. Frye noticed that the initial sadness Markle had shown—of the path winding away from the ocean—had disappeared. Now he smiled almost contentedly. The kid was very odd.
In more ways than one.
Frye didn’t know how Markle had realized he’d left last night. Frye had performed a spell that made an exact replica of himself—an illusion, but still totally convincing to the eyes—in the bed. Markle shouldn’t have been able to see it empty at all.
He glanced sideways, eyeing his companion. Frye recalled the story Markle had told him about the herb witch. A magic potion that was supposed to ensure a girl child, but Markle was born a boy. Then, Frey’s performance in
