Chapter 7I step out onto the pond. The surface of the water freezes beneath each step I take.
“Papa,” Fenrir calls. “Wait for me.” He’s trying to leap carefully onto one of the ice footprints I’ve left behind.
“Stay ashore,” I command. He sits. Children should always listen to their parents so well. At least one of mine does.
I’m looking at the water, but seeing more than just the surface reflecting the blue sky above me. Mostly I see the bottom covered with rocks, algae, and frightened coy. They’ll probably be a little more than frightened as my ice starts to melt in their water. Guess they’ll just have to chill out awhile.
“I see you,” Elliot calls out.
Amid my footsteps, I can see the edges of a well underwater. Since he’s already said he’s not wet, I surmise that a magic spell pre
