I had already taken a step toward the door, reaching for the veil.

Power rippling in waves of near-uncontrolled vitriol.

Mom's hand on my arm, her magic touching mine, broke enough of the hold hate had on me to stop me from going after Ameline right then and there.

Barely.

"Syd." She pulled me back, face calm, though I knew it was a mask. That she was trying to keep me from tearing off.

Good luck with that.

"We need to form a plan," Mom said, ...