I glanced at one of the open books. “Defensive magic,” I read and flipped the page. “Defending against witches. Is there something I should be aware of, ladies?”
“Kiana is going to be in danger,” Irene said softly. “I do not know if I’m going to be enough to defend her.”
“So, this is to defend Kiana and not to fight her?”
Irene’s eyes widened. “What? No, of course not! Why would you ever say that?”
I looked over to Lunessa. “You’re awfully quiet.”
“I can sense the anger inside of you. You came here for a purpose, and I’m guessing it’s not to tell me thank you for helping you save her.”
Her voice was a little too icy at the end. Flipping the chair around, I sat down. “Kiana wasn’t just trapped in her mind. She was trapped in her memories. You were right that her mother was the reason.
