I wasn't surprised when Gram and Demetrius volunteered to go, and Piers and Varity did the same. When Quaid put his name in, I just sighed and nodded. Four more teams of witches I trusted formed groups of five, leaving through the mirror with shards in their possession.
I kissed my husband with aching worry, but let him go be a hero, knowing how hard it had to be for him I was usually the one in that role. Besides, these were his friends standing by and allowing witches to die. Enforcers he once considered himself a part. It had to hurt.
I hesitated to ask Lula and Phon to remain, but they had already decided to stay.
"We're better utilized here," she said, hands hovering over a burn on an older Rhodes witch's arm. "And we know it." She watched the woman leave, hands beginning to shake
