I wanted to shout, to ward him off, but my jaw wouldn't work and only a series of whispers burst from my mouth. So I reached inside the confines of my own head.

What did you do with my mom? I growled at the Sorceressi.

A strange gleam lit Ica's eyes a brighter shade, almost like a smile would if she'd been alive. The eyebrow circled with what was left of her two tattoo lifted. What did we do? You're the one who brought her back.

I didn't, never willingly, ...