I sat there for what felt like forever after Willa left, staring at Mom as though doing so might change what we'd learned. "Tell me again what the hell happened?"
My mother's mournful expression didn't alter, though her set jaw told me she was about as happy at this turn of events as I was.
"I don't know what Erica was thinking," Mom said. "But we're in serious trouble, Syd. All witches."
My knees popped as I surged to my feet, anger fired and ready to fly. "We're going back in there," I snarled at Mom, "and we're wringing necks until there's some sense in that damned room."
She stood as quickly, hand on my arm, holding me back with her grip and her steady gaze. "We can't," she said, ever so softly. "It's the law."
I snorted. Like that ever stopped me before. "We're not part of the Co
