"It's been three weeks since Mom got back, and she's still refusing to see me? What the hell, Justin?" I gripe while staring down the tired warlock. He sags against the back of my couch as he shrugs. "She was pretty beat up and battered when she crawled through the great halls of the light council's chambers. She still doesn't know who her captors were, and they've been working on healing her ever since she showed up. She will hardly speak to anyone, including me." This is killing me. My mother and I have never spent this long without talking, and now she's back, refusing to speak to me. It boils my blood to know how terrible someone has been to her, especially since I don't even know who's behind it. "Three more days, Justin. That's all I'm giving her before I show up and force her

