Having my demon so quiet felt very disorienting. So was being physically exhausted, my muscles tired and almost bruised. I'd pretty much recovered from the attack by the Chosen, but this brought the whole thing back again.
My demon took me over and used my body for who knew what.
I rushed to the house, wet feet aching as they slid over the porcelain tile, desperate for Mom's help. I felt her frantic touch even before I reached the back door. The weight of her emotions told me she knew something was really wrong.
"Syd." She met me at the bottom of the stairs, arms around me instantly. I could feel her heart pounding as her magic enveloped me. "Where were you?"
"Smelling the roses, I guess." Weak attempt at humor, yup. She shook me a little when she pulled back, a frown creasing her perfect brow.
"Sydlynn Hayle." She wasn't mad though. Just afraid. Her initial burst of worry vanished behind her coven leader persona, but I knew it wasn't gone, just very well masked. "Tell me."