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My grandfather turned me around and marched me out of the stables with Caius following. I squinted at the corral as we passed, but there wasn’t even a whiff of a barn cat, much less a creature capable of carrying us along the road.
I whipped my head to Sage and frowned. “What we he talking about back there with the animals being in the yard? There’s nothing there.”
Sage slipped his hand off my shoulder and looked ahead as he chuckled. “There are more things in heaven and earth, Jane, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.”
“I studied history, not philosophy, and my history degree is telling me his mind and yours is a little gone,” I quipped.
“You’ll see in good time,” he assured me as we stopped at the road and faced the woods opposite the stables. He rubbed his chin before he
