I opened my mouth to offer my supposition as to who that might be when Mom's mental touch jerked me out of this conversation and into another.
Syd. Tense, imminently stressed. I could feel my mother moving, feet hurrying down a hallway, heavy skirt clinging to her legs, silk shirt cold against her skin. She was letting a lot through in her anxiety. I caught flashes of the inner council chamber at Harvard, flares of blue light as Enforcer fire appeared in her periphery while she stormed into the big room, warped in my mind's eye by living through her experience. She spun quickly, too fast, my brain unable to process fully, outside the dark robed shapes appearing in a rush, hearing the screaming of witches as more blue flames licked and burst around them. Enforcers. Whose?
Didn't matter. Mom's mind tightened. I need you.