Alicia’s mom was standing beside the tiny witch as they discussed something that had them both frowning and looking at the door above them. Alicia bent at the waist, placing her hands on her thighs, and tried to catch her breath. Running was not something she enjoyed or did often, if ever. She knew she had more than a few pounds to lose but had decided long ago running would never be her thing. Drago rubbed her back while having the audacity to not even have broken a sweat. Not able to raise her head, she griped, “I guess I should be glad you didn’t throw me over your shoulder again so we could get here faster.” “I thought about it but…” Whatever Drago was about to say was interrupted by Kyra as she asked for their attention. “I know what I’m about to ask you to do is above and beyond any friendship or kinship we share. It’s going to be dangerous. I can only feel my mom, I can’t communicate with her. I can tell that she is hurt, but as Royce keeps reminding me, she’s a tough old bird and I believe we’re here in time.
