Shaylee wasn't the only one feeling a tad bit pissed off. I sat up in her bed, my hands shaking, my demon roaring so loudly I had to yell at her to make her stop so I could focus.

Syd. Shaylee's mental voice vibrated with a mix of anger and regret. Oh, Syd. I'm so sorry.

Last time you say that, I sent back, trying not to focus my rage on her. Right?

Yes. She hissed, essence crackling with earth magic. She dared to manipulate and coerce me. Her own daughter. Was ...