Home. It felt like a trap to me. Like we were sitting ducks, just waiting for the Brotherhood to show up and take our magic, burn our bodies, crush our bones.

I couldn't let it happen.

Shenka returned from visiting some of the family, only to leave again when a panicked call for support came. Not because we were under attack. But because the family was afraid.

Didn't help I was, too. And they felt it, through me. Felt my rage against Mom, my absolute loss as to ...