When the knock came on the kitchen door, it made me shudder. The echo of the Gate was fresh enough I hated the sound, as shallow and real as it was compared to the booming of the Sidhe magic. I went to answer it, distracted, wondering why anyone in the coven would bother to knock.
Sonja O'Dane stood on the other side, and she didn't look happy. In fact, Liam's mother's dark brown eyes flashed with barely suppressed anger, whole body trembling with it.
"I'm here to talk," she snapped without preamble, "and you're going to shut up and listen. You are to stay as far away from my son as you can and not say another word to him ever. Is that understood?" She backed up a half step before surging toward me again. "I mean it. If I find out you've been filling his head with more lies..."
"Mrs. O'Dane," I said, reaching for her, but she snatched herself out of my reach, still shaking.
"You'll be sorry," she snarled, "I swear it."