Chapter 7The chaos around Rhea slowly came back into order.
Samantha Deep was in handcuffs and under a binding spell. The smoke bomb had cleared, and from the remnants of it, emerged a series of captives who were now free. Each one of the people from the bottom of the boat—young and old, male and female, human and magical alike—walked onto the deck. They blinked at the light of the day. Then as they stepped down the ladder and onto the shoreline under the guidance of the recovery officers, they fell down on their knees and kissed the surface. No amount of prodding by staff could get them to stop praising the lake. Sand clung to their skin like glitter after a rave. The scene would have been comical had it not been for the grim reality of the bottom of the boat, and the long list of crimes
