Thinking about me? How kind of you. I return the favor often. If Viviana's cackle wasn't so annoying it might have reminded me of GreatGram and her own devolutions at times into crazy-a*s old lady with a screw loose. Would never, ever, in a million years tell my great-grandmother so on pain of death, dismemberment and likely banishment from Creation in blue flames and fury.
Nor would the old sorceress ever know I compared her to the very woman she hated, who sparked this entire disastrous descent into horror, all over some history between them and Viviana's incredibly tenacious long game of vengeance. I still had no idea what fed her desire to ruin my great-grandmother and, in doing so, my family. Maybe I never would, though I had a lot of pointed questions for GreatGram when the dust set
