I fully expected the whole shebang to go kablooey at any second. I wasn't expecting, however, to die of boredom.
Not right away, no. Not when Mom stood to give her welcome speech thanking the supernatural races for attending while I fumed and connived and tried to come up with a way to kick Vasyl's ugly ass without getting the werewolves in trouble.
And certainly not when I finally came back to the present from a sharp prod of Sassafras's magic.
You're supposed to answer her, he sent.
What? Who? Nobody said there would be a test.
I looked up and met Mom's eyes as she waited patiently, arm held out toward me.
What the hell did I miss?
Get up. Sassafras's voice grated in my head. Now.
I scrambled to my feet, almost dumping him on his head, handing him off instead to Shenka. Okay, so she grabbed him from me before I could drop him. And stared at Mom, frozen.
Syd, she sent. Your speech.
My-