“But Lily didn’t have the skill for a spell like that,” I began again. “And instead of killing me, she killed herself.” Leoda’s gaze was empty now, completely vacant of the warm, protective woman who’d fluttered over me like a hen for my entire life. “And when Lily died, you had to change the plan. You may not have been able to get him charged with her murder, but August left Saoirse. So you got what you wanted. All you had to do was wait for Henry to die so you could be sure the orchard ended up in the right hands.”
