Remorse had no place in this place, not when Laurel Daid, her Enforcer power limited and her guilt written all over her magic, sat in a tall-backed chair before Nanna, North American Witch Council leader Karyn Barrett and GreatGram, the three women clearly not in the mood for hijinks or shenanigans.
I sat with Mom, to the side, observers only, I'd been told, though my mother's voice in my head said otherwise.
Keep an eye on her, she sent. I want to know what her deal is and you seem to have abilities at your disposal I don't.
Was that hard for Mom to admit? The girls didn't grumble arguments, so I had to believe otherwise. Still, I wasn't sure if that was respect in her tone or nervousness. I'll do my best, I sent. Isn't this illegal?
Kid, she sent, you'll get used to it.
Great. And now I was getting criminal advice from my mother. Was it any wonder I turned out the way I did?