Mom was waiting for me when I arrived at Harvard to pick her up. She looked about as impressed by the summons as I was, bracketed by two lurking, black hounds with new white fire in their eyes. Good to see she'd taken my advice. Now the earth magic had gone, they should have vanished with it. But their new power kept them grounded and out of the veil with the rest of the Sidhe, it seemed. Made me wonder in a flash if I should make sure every race had access to white sorcery. Would it keep them safe?
To what end, though? All it would do would be put off the inevitable. I was glad the hounds were here to have Mom's back. But everyone else would just have to trust Creator knew what She was doing putting the fate of the Universe in my hands.
It would be laughable if it wasn't so terrifying.