"Oh, good. You know who I am." Maya's accent was even more SoCal than her son's.

Rohan got his gold eyes from his mother. On him they were my barometer to his emotions. On Maya, they were as implacable and unreadable as the sun. Add that to the total picture of her purple dreads, bindi, nose piercing, and black studded leather tunic thing that made her so much cooler than I could ever hope to be, in addition to being the woman who birthed Rohan and probably had some definite ...