I refused to let it stand there. I think Dad knew it because he was waiting for me just on the other side of the door and reached for me too late. I felt his fingers slide over my arm as I stormed into the house.
She wanted wild? I'd give her wild.
I found Mom in the basement, naturally. She spun on me as I marched down the stairs and confronted her.
"This is stupid," I said. "If you would up the search for Demetrius and the Chosen so I could get my demon back, I could just help you instead of being banished like some bad six year old."
"We have been looking." The tightness around her eyes told me she was being honest, but still felt guilty. In other words she'd been looking, all right, just not with any amount of focus.
I wanted to tear my hair out.
"It's been six weeks." I struggled to keep my temper and the bitterness from my voice. That kind of attitude only ever started a fight and I needed her on my side. "You're a powerful witch. It can't be that hard."