Immortal Beloved (5 page)

I almost snorted soup through my nose. I felt her look up, glance around the table. As far as I could tell, no one here ever used/misused magick like this. Ever since the smushed stone incident, Nell had made a subtle-yet-obvious show of watching me, not sitting by me, avoiding me. She wanted to make sure everyone knew that dear, sweet Nell was suspicious and didn’t trust me. After all, she’d been here for years. They knew her. I was still a relative stranger.

“Oh, Nas, did you uncover the onion rows this morning in the garden?â€