Mom stopped at the bottom of the stairs and pulled me aside as the others continued on. Sassafras, she sent, eyes locked on mine. You felt it?

His pending death? Sass shuddered, fur tickling my hands.

No, she sent. Something else.

Sorcery, I sent, nodding. Both sons have woken their power.

Sass grumbled softly in my head. We'll have to keep an eye on them, Miriam, he sent. Jean Marc ...