Panic drove me through the door, power gathered, expecting a battle with sorcery, the Brotherhood, someone dying.

Enforcers flooded the doorway behind me, shoving me forward, gaping at Mia. Who stood, mouth wide open, on her bed. Screaming. Screaming, as if she were being murdered, at the top of her lungs. Even the Enforcers screeched to a halt and stared while Mia had a very ugly, very emotional breakdown.

"I WANT IT BACK!" Her wailing words drove spikes through my ...