Panic drove me through the door, power gathered, expecting a battle with sorcery, the Brotherhood, someone dying.
Enforcers flooded the doorway behind me, shoving me forward, gaping at Mia. Who stood, mouth wide open, on her bed. Screaming. Screaming, as if she were being murdered, at the top of her lungs. Even the Enforcers screeched to a halt and stared while Mia had a very ugly, very emotional breakdown.
"I WANT IT BACK!" Her wailing words drove spikes through my ears, the pain behind them almost as bad as the volume she used. No one had to ask her what "it" was. The blank absence of the family magic gaped like an open wound. I glanced toward Shenka who crouched on the floor, shielding Marie who sobbed, blood running from her nose. Whatever triggered Mia's eruption injured the young Dumont.
She's out of control. I sent that tight beam to the Enforcer beside me, the same woman I'd encountered at the front door. Do something.