Imagine the fun of explaining to Mom just how badly I'd screwed up. Now, picture that particular admission while recovering slowly from being overwhelmed by someone you underestimated delivered to a collection of very, very angry paranormals who fortunately loved me so they wouldn't actually do away with me, right?

Mom's fury blazed around her, visible even with my sorcery's dominance, proving to me that either a) my control was growing as I guessed or b) my mother was on the ...