Worried as hell, too. It was obvious he loved his mother a great deal, and was convinced she was in some kind of danger. Well, Adela did plan to meet the invasion leader, who was the target of more than one Falaran assassination plot. What kind of business deal was worth that sort of risk? Still, why was he so convinced she was in imminent danger, as if someone was actively gunning for her? Maybe he was just intensely protective. Zara felt that way about her parents too, which is one reason she’d gone to war to begin with. The Godssonists were a threat to the whole planet, including her family. She’d felt driven to do something about it, even if that meant becoming a Vampire Support Specialist in order to maximize her effectiveness in combat. At least she hadn’t blindsided her mother with that decision the way Rand evidently had. Then again, she hadn’t been a teenager, either. Not that her parents had been any happier about the idea than Adela, but Zara had been twenty-one. At the end of the ferocious argument that had followed, both her parents had basically flung up their hands in disgust.
