Gia
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It was so good to see my mother in the flesh. After the loss of my grandfather, I couldn’t bear it if something were to happen to her. And I cried in her arms; no matter how old I was, my mother’s arms were always a safe place where I could let my emotions out. It reminded me of the many nights she sat with me when I awoke from the dream inconsolable.
I gasped as Trent told us how they were attacked en route. Like Davin, my mother’s aura was a brilliant white so intense I had to curb my power just to look at her. Trent’s, on the other hand, was blazing red.
“You don’t know that,” Davin said unconvincingly. “You could have been followed, or the phone conversation could have been tapped.”
Despite his denial, I was glad I had voiced my suspicions before they arrived; it would
