Twice, Charlie started to speak and stopped. Finally, in an uncertain voice he got out what he was trying to say. “Our mother shot a man? A living man? Are you absolutely sure, Michael?” “You know how my ability works, Charlie. It’s never wrong.” Before Charlie and Michael allowed their tempers to flare further, William intervened. “We all know that what Michael saw is truth. Therefore, logic tells us your mother had a very good reason for her actions.” “But a man, William? Demons, other witches, any number of other supernatural creatures, sure. But why this man? Could he be the reason our parents are dead?” A low growl rumbled in Charlie’s throat, and the whiskers lining his face stood to attention, thickening and darkening, giving him a sudden savage disposition. “Charlie,” Melinda spoke anxiously. “Cool it!” Her eldest brother closed his eyes taking deep breaths to regain his control.
