CHAPTER 4Mara sat lotus-style on the round throw rug in front of the fireplace in the living room waiting for her mother. She picked at the loose pieces of yarn along the edge of the rug, imagined pulling one, unraveling the entire thing, and thought better of it. She leaned back and looked up at the rest of the room. A shiver ran down her spine.
“Have you started without me?” Diana said from the foot of the stairs in the short hallway that led into the living room.
“I’m not meditating, believe me. I was remembering the last time this room looked like this,” Mara said, surveying the space. “The night you went all evil serpent queen on me.”
Diana walked over and sat with her legs crossed on the floor in front of Mara. She placed a green crystal between them. Mara recognized it as the dem
