Chapitre 290: Chapter 290: Dumont Plans

The moment the Enforcers were gone, Erica's mind latched onto mine in a desperate grasp.

WHERE IS YOUR MOTHER? I could feel her moving, running. SYD, IS SHE OKAY?

I didn't want to calm down, damn it, not even a little bit. I wanted to rage and tear things apart with my power and my bare hands until someone bled for what just happened. But I couldn't, not with mind after family mind reaching for me, latching onto me with tentacles of need, asking the same question over and over again until I wanted to scream.

The Enforcers took her. I didn't mean to be so blunt, but it was either that or fall apart completely. She's been arrested.

Among the chorus of gasps, fear, horror, and worry was a single thread.

Satisfaction.

And I knew exactly from whom that particular feeling came. Finally, a focus for my rage. When I managed to get my hands on Celeste Oberman, the horse-faced witch was a dead horse-faced witch.