I don't know what I was thinking. There was no way they were going to let me take part, was there? Instead, I was forced to stand by in the creepy a*s crypt underneath Massachusetts Hall and watch as GreatGram and Laurel Diad, the NA Enforcer leader, raised the echo of the boy I supposedly killed.
Again I noted the lack of crying from his parents, the way the Santos leader seemed detached and yet avidly hungry as she observed the proceedings. Making me wonder if all of this was a hoax or some kind of punk. Seriously, not one of them seemed all that broken up with the fact Jagger was dead.
What was wrong with these people?
Mom didn't touch me but she hovered near, her power pulsing from Sidhe to demon to vampire to drach and all the while her white sorcery hummed at her feet, through min
