I heard my mother’s question in my head, her voice strangely sharp. Instantly, I imagined myself with her and within a second, I appeared at her side in her bedchambers. ‚You shouldn’t do that,' she observed, her long hair pulled over her shoulder. ‚What if someone walked in at just the right moment and saw you?' ‚I know, I know,' I dismissed the concern, ‚But you sounded upset and we have an issue.' ‚Of course we do,' she sighed. ‚We have many issues.' ‚This one is pressing,' I replied and I told her of what I had found. ‚Now I’m upset,' she responded, rising to stare out her window. She tapped her finger furiously along the bricks of the sill, the rapid cadence a clear indication of her agitation. ‚And that’s not all,' I continued. ‚Of course not,' she muttered. ‚What else?' ‚I… er… interfered.' ‚Interfered?' she turned with a raised eyebrow severely. ‚What do you mean, interfered? With what?' ‚We should sit,' I suggested and led her to her bed.
What do You think about With My Last Breath, Book Three?
