Chapter 25: Volunteers

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 once we were alone. "Syd, the Brotherhood are crushing bones. Scattering the remains. Witch magic lost forever." Her face tightened with horror, the expression of one who had seen far too much.