“What the hell do you mean, they have her? Who has her? Where the hell is my daughter, you sniveling piece of—?” She took a deep breath, snarling as she bit off the rest of what she wanted to say. The other witches gathered around her, bouncing their gazes back and forth between Oliver and her. She didn’t need to appear erratic in front of them. Once she had herself under control, she continued. “Tell me what happened.” Then she remembered Liberty’s phone call yesterday. Tilting her head, she asked, “Is this why she asked me about Imogene and what happened in New Orleans?”
He ran a shaking hand through his hair, nodding. “I didn’t know she did, but in part, it is.” He glanced at the others with her, and Maureen could tell he didn’t want to tell her while they were there. “I need to talk t
