I almost panicked, except I knew her face, her dark hair, the blue of her eyes. My grandmother, Ethpeal Hayle, looked like Mom, only a little older, though she'd aged from fear and weariness. I caught just a glimpse of her making it through before she grabbed me and wouldn't let me go.
Love attack. My favorite.
My heart wept as she rocked me, lips on my cheek, heart pounding against me. "Girl," she whispered in my ear. "Oh, girl."
"Gram." I'd spent a great part of my life with her witch power inside me, then several years leading the coven with her at my side. She'd sacrificed everything for the Hayle coven long before I was born and her mind shortly after my birth to a battle that stranded her power in my body. Freeing her from her insanity was one of the finest moments of my existence
