I stared into the gap in the veil, wincing at the angry look on Syd's face as she stepped through and came to a halt with
her arms crossed over her chest.
"Oh. My. Swearword." Power flickered around her as her agitation grew. "This is a mess, Meems."
She has no right to be angry with us, Ahbi huffed.
I'm not, Syd sent, equally as huffy. But it's time to act.
Agreed, Ahbi sent, mollified.
So Mabel couldn't stop it? Syd paced, taking away my need to do the same. I held my ground as she moved quickly from one
end of the room to the other. I was grateful I sent the others away before I called her, if only because speaking to her
and Ahbi this way felt the most comfortable.
No, I sent. And she was thrown by the fact. She said she would speak to Max and see if the drach could come up with
anything.
What about the maji? Ahbi's question was met with a heavy sigh from my sister.