I didn't make it to GreatGram's door. Demetrius met me at the bottom of the stairs, his sweet, cherub face smiling but his eyes full of his own kind of hurt. He hugged me without a word before his gentle mind reached for mine, his sorcery shimmering white between us.

There are so many stories, he sent. So many small injuries and big confrontations and drawn out, lingering sores in this family and most of them live in her heart.

I just want her to know I get it now. That ...