“Perfect,” Connor responded. He glanced at me and went on, by way of clarification, “Joanna is the Wilcox clan’s weather-worker. She’ll be able to get you on the right path.”
I hoped so. My emotions had been up and down enough that day that I’d been worried I might stir up an unwanted thunderstorm, but apparently, my unsettled mental state hadn’t been unsettled enough to warrant that sort of a response. Anyway, Jake had made it sound as though it really wasn’t that difficult to get a grasp on your inborn witchy powers once you knew what you were supposed to be doing, so with any luck, a couple of training sessions with this Joanna person might be enough to prevent any future unintended tornadoes.
If I stopped having crazy weather follow me wherever I went, I’d be a lot harder to find. Ma
