“What can’t be?” Freya asked.
“Maybe we should just start at the beginning,” I suggested.
Myra shook her said, but then nodded. “Yes, of course, child. But first, please tell me exactly what happened.”
I let Freya relay the events of our day. Before she got to the part about questioning the man, I quickly went and shut the door. Then I put my hand on Freya’s shoulder to stop her.
I studied Myra. “I have a bad feeling about saying her name out loud. Is there something you can do, a protection or cloaking spell of some sort?”
Myra’s eyes widened when she realized what I was getting at. “You think she’s using the air, the wind, to listen in?”
I shrugged. “I have no idea. But when he said her name, it was as if he summoned her or alerted her somehow,” I explained.
Myra nodded. “Very pr
