And the worst of it was, she was responsible. She"d been asked to destroy the book and she"d failed. Failed badly. Despite all the help given her, the sacrifices of Jane, Danny, her mum and gran. Despite the awakening of her magic and the gift of the dead witch-girl. Despite all that, she"d failed. She"d given them the book. And by doing so she"d doomed everyone.
She ambled along, lost in these thoughts, telling herself how useless she was. The sun drifted higher in the branches, the air warming. They passed a small lake, rippled by a welcome breeze that made the reflections of the trees dance. Cait barely noticed. But Fer, her arm hooked through Cait"s, spoke, the sounds of her language liquid where Gran"s attempt had been faltering.
“What did she say?” asked Cait, turning to Johnny who
