Jett and his maids wondered how the mansion would transform into a carriage. More importantly, what would it bring along? The gardens, the stables, the land surrounding the estate—all of it was in question.
As soon as Jett's four companions passed through the gate and lined up behind him, he willed the mansion to become a carriage. For a few heartbeats nothing happened, then the silver fence dissolved into glittering motes and vanished. Every structure that belonged to the estate followed suit, as though he were rolling the entire property into a single carpet.
"This is bizarre," Jett muttered, earning nods from his maids and companions.
Even Mia, his three‑hundred‑year‑old elven head maid, had never witnessed such magic. The spell guaranteed that the winding cellars and every treasure stored beneath the mansion traveled with him. Had anything been left behind, his conscience would have nagged him, but the problem solved itself before worry could set in.
