“It’s not good,” Willow said, biting her lip hard. Garin watched her from the couch as she paced across the living room. He was growing used to this habit of hers, she paced and chewed her lip when she was stressed.

“So they are going to have an all-out war, then? Is there nothing we can do to convince them to not?” he asked, grasping for straws. Willow shook her head, her red curls spilling around her.

“Short of your parents leaving town? No. They have had ...