f**k. My. Life.
My witch grandma now stood over my dragon grandma, demanding what we did with her warlock son…my uncle…or my dragon grandma would never wake up. It was like a supernatural episode of Maury.
Blane and I both stood there, too afraid to make any sudden movements. A moment ago, we were happy and kissing, now we were facing yet another enemy…albeit one I was related to. I mind-linked Blane.
Let me handle this. Marcus said she meant me no harm. She could hurt you though. Do not react, she is powerful. I can feel it all the way over here.
If she tries to hurt you…I swear… I’ll kill her.
She won’t, I sense it. Trust me.
I do. Always. Just be careful.
“Well? What have you done to my son?”
“Marcus is fine, he is concussed, but apart from that he is fine."
