Fifty Two

CHAPTER FIFTY TWO

Gulliver

The moonlight reflected off the clear bowl of water and the spell flowed off my lips, the cool breeze wafting his way across my skin, and the waters rippled as the spell reached it's finality, peeking with one eye open, I let out a sigh of relief, locator magic wasn't really my forte but I seemed to get it right in this instance.

Elena sat across from a hunched over figure whim she soothed lovingly, he wondered who that was, it was no shame of him to admit that I had checked up on her at every sparse bit of breathing space I'd got from the constant strain of watching over Dracul's castle and not once had i seen this in my scrying.

Grandmother had been pretty keen on her home being protected against scrying forces but I had found a loophole that he wouldn't be willing to tell her about anytime soon, his concentration wavered and just for a bit the images flickered, the figure in question stood abruptly and the blanket fell off, the person in question causing