It was turning into a battle. One where blood would be spilled and people died. I saw the panic in Uncle Frank and Sunny as they fought to pick sides. The vampires crouched, hissing and snarling. The family's collective fury rose into a column of blue fire, focused magic designed to bring down the undead.
Mom did the only thing she could do.
She stepped through the shield and saved us all.
Sebastian appeared visibly shaken. And impressed. "You take a great risk."
"Do I?" Mom's tone was so mild she might as well have been discussing the weather. "I thought we were fighting a common cause?"
"And your stolen power?" Anastasia came forward, her blonde hair shining in the light. As beautiful as she was, I hated her guts. She looked like a bitch.
Not that it mattered. Mom spun on her, her magic suddenly wrapped around her like a weapon. The rainbow of power lit her up, washing over the vampire and making her flinch.
"Come and get it."