I had barely thrown myself to the surface of my sofa, head lolling back on the cushions, when Mafdel decided my life needed to be more complicated than ever.

"You do realize," she said with a calm repose and total lack of empathy, "we're going to have to kill Isis to make this go away."

I sat up immediately, staring at her like she'd taken a shot at me. "Kill her?" While I had a serious hate on for my mother and had since she tried to manipulate me into murdering Dad, ...