Chapter 89: Screw Up

Imagine the fun of explaining to Mom just how badly I'd screwed up. Now, picture that particular admission while recovering slowly from being overwhelmed by someone you underestimated delivered to a collection of very, very angry paranormals who fortunately loved me so they wouldn't actually do away with me, right?

Mom's fury blazed around her, visible even with my sorcery's dominance, proving to me that either a) my control was growing as I guessed or b) my mother was on the kind of rampage that would end in the Universe exploding before she grounded me forever. The gathered magicks of her might that made her Wild Card of Creator had to be barely held back as she let he temper out.

So why was I feeling calm and rather amused by the fireworks?

"Why did you keep this from us?" It was Nanna who spoke, no less furious, GreatGram so red in the face and shaking I wasn't sure if she was about to stroke out or threaten my very existence with the focus of her attention.