HINDRANCES

When my fist had torn through his chest, nothing had ever felt more satisfying.

That changed when I’d gotten home.

After I returned, my mother had taken her own life. She’d left a note saying she was at peace with this life now that the demons were dead, but she couldn’t survive any longer. That she needed to be with her baby girl.

I’d been so fucking angry with her for that choice after all we’d been through, but I’d channeled my aggressions into something I could live with. Like killing bastards who fucked with the wrong people.

“Do you think this Jacob knows your weakness when it comes to kids?” D asked, shaking me out of the past I tried not to revisit often.

“It shouldn’t be possible, but if they have a Seer at their disposal, they might. Or maybe I left one alive without realizing it. Hell, there are too many possibilities, no matter how careful I thought I was.”

Magic had its advantages, but there were just as many hindrances, too.

“Well, you can’t change the choices you’ve alr