“Are you okay?” Garin asked as Willow came bursting into the house, her eyes frantic. “Come here,” he stood and wrapped her in his arms, smoothing down her braid. Her breath hitched against his chest.

“I’m not okay. Shit just got serious. I got a summons,” she said and pulled out of his arms, pacing around the living room.

“A summons? To court?” Garin asked confused. She shook her head roughly.

“Not exactly. The council, it is like a group ...