"This could be very bad," I said as I sank into the chair across from Mom. "You realize this will probably blow up in our faces."
My sister snorted as she reclined in another chair, huge platform boot bobbing on the other end of her crossed knee. "I don't see how the downfall of the Brotherhood is that big of a deal."
Mom sighed. "It's not the Brotherhood we have to worry about," she said as her eyes tightened. "I'm all for wiping their asses from every plane permanently."
Vicious.
"But it's not the guilty who I'm concerned for," Mom said. "We've effectively passed a law allowing witches and the other races to kill anyone they even suspect might be Brotherhood."