Breakfast wrapped up pretty quickly after that, Meira and Owen volunteering to clean while Gram's magic interjected from time to time to speed the process. Trill and I left them to it, retiring to the back yard.
"You might not be able to reach your grandmother through the family wards," I told her as the cool grass crumpled under my bare feet, the touch of the Sidhe Wild Hunt, sleeping far below the earth whispering to me in its slumber. "But then again, I have no idea what maji power is capable of, so it's worth a try here before you expose yourself."
Trill's lips twisted, a hint of arrogance on her face. "All that power," she said, "and you still have no clue."
My fists clenched at my sides, good will fading rapidly. "Listen," I said, getting all up in her personal space, letting my demon out to snarl. Trill didn't back down. "I'm here to help, remember? You're freaking welcome."