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"Other one?" My te other one, Jojo? Why didn’t you tellaway, Jojo bared her sharp, pointed teeth at e-born harpy, you didn’t ask!"

I gritted my own teeth "I would have assu "You knohat they say"

I did

The rented convertible approached slowly along the winding ce the car probably had heated seats It stopped before us, headlights blazing Two figures ehts--one tall and slender and elegant, one stalwart and blocky

"It’s Letitia," Thomas Palmer said in a low voice "It’s her"

Sinclair sed audibly and shot aze to the car "Moe Pal a bargain with fairies, be very, very specific

I’d like to say a cloud passed over the hter approached our group It didn’t happen, but it felt like it should have Sinclair’s mother wore a lavender suit that looked like one of Hillary Clinton’sclutch purse in one hand and an elass jar in the other, and an aura of power surrounded her like a stor to see her ex-husband The sight of hiht her and Emmeline up short

"Thomas"

"Letitia"

There was a whole lot of history in that exchange of na taller

"You’ve got no business doing this," he said sternly "The boy’s made his choice You need to learn to respect it"

"I did" Her gaze swept around the ce coven, Stefan, and the hovering fairy before co to rest on me with an expression of profound distaste "Until I found out what it brought hianynored me "I’ve been patient with you, boy," she said to Sinclair "But enough is enough Are you ready to co anywhere" Sinclair’s voice was strained He cleared his throat "This is ot no roots here, son Home is where the bones of the past are buried Home is where the soil is soaked with the blood of your ancestors This place?" She shook her head "This isn’t home These aren’t your dead And these most assuredly aren’t your people"

"Just co tone Apparently she was playing good cop to her rew stronger "I’ This is my place And these are my people Not because I was born here, not because they’re "

Casi thehts, their faces looked stern and different Even Kiht of sliced cheese and cold cuts from the deli counter when I saw her

"Your son is under our protection, iven you his answer"

Letitia Palave him a stony look, but the Fabulous Casiht, his false eyelashes, and the cri She took the coven’s measure, took in the hand-knitted scarf knotted around Sinclair’s throat, the evil-eye beads sewn into his hair She took in the sight of Stefan leaning casually on his sword, his face alhts She took in o horown man Let him live his life"

"No" She handed her clutch purse to Elass jar in both hands "Not like this Not surrounded by ihouls, she- about that jar Like maybe it only looked empty

"Don’t!" Sinclair’s voice rose "There’s no point in threatening me, Mom I’ you, son This is for everyone else in town"

He held out one hand "Give it to er here You don’t knohat you ht unleash"

"On the contrary, I know exactly what I’" Letitia Palmer stroked the erandfather Morgan’s I put the jar to his lips and caught it et authoritative "I don’t care who’s in the jar, Mrs Pal it loose in Pemkowet Give it to Sinclair, or set it down and walk away"

She gave lance "Or what?"

"Or I’ll take it fro actions to words without waiting for her response

In a perfect world, I’d be rewarded for acting without hesitation, right? I took tift steps toward Letitia Palrasp Her eyes widened in surprise She wasn’t accusto defied, and she hadn’t expected me to act so quickly and decisively And if Jojo hadn’t had the exact same idea at the exact sareen blur streaked pastwithdust

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