Chapter Seven
All sorts of magic happened while Jaci slept.
In the week since she’d been captured and locked away, someone had delivered groceries, including more fresh produce and an assortment of fresh baked H&H bagels in every possible flavor, with every possible topping.
Someone had delivered an artful arrangement of flowers and plants for the balcony and window boxes, including some culinary herbs she could use in both cooking and spellcraft.
Someone had delivered the exact shampoo and conditioner she’d requested, along with a bunch of soaps, lotions, and nail polishes she hadn’t.
And this morning, as she’d stumbled bleary-eyed to the living room after a restless night, she’d nearly crashed into a tower of boxes stacked just inside the door—all of her things from the basement at
