Mom's mind was closed to mine, no matter how hard I tried to reach her. I stood in the back yard where I'd stopped my forward motion from the park after dumping all of us near the edge of our property, the whoosh and sigh of vampires arriving and departing with coven members echoing behind me.
Give me the silent treatment, would she? We'd just see about that.
As much as I agree with you, Gram cut through my irritation as she strolled to my side, striped socks soaked by the early-evening rain I'd missed, give your mother a little slack. And go see her in person if you're planning on reaming her a new one.
Brilliant idea.
"We have to go." Trill pulled away from us, hovering with Owen at her side, the glow of the crystal still shining in his hand. "You heard Belaisle. They'll be coming after us. And if they don't have Nona," a single bright spark, that, "we have to get to her before they can track her down for real."