Family Magic (38 page)

“Maybe I don’t!” I threw it at her like a
weapon. “You’re the only one in this room that really gives a crap
what the coven thinks!”

Why was it our conversations tended toward
the atomic? I could see the countdown in her eyes and knew the
explosion was imminent. Rather than give her the chance to blow, I
opted for indignant retreat.

“Are we done?”

I could see her struggling too, and hoped she
took the out.

“Perhaps,” she said very softly, her body
shuddering ever so gently with pent-up anger, “that would be
best.”

Imagine that. I left before she changed her
mind.