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and she could jump in and nobody would know!”
    “When I realized who she was, I went to the Eighth of the Nine. The Nine determined that it was best to make it look like…make it look like she was just killed. If we had known about the circumstances of your aunt’s pregnancy, we would have handled the matter differently, but at the time we felt eliminating her then and there would have ended it. They didn’t want to publicly reopen the case against Chana Magus. The implications of it; if people realized she had successfully been using that Forbidden magic for so long. That such magic existed. The Council wasn’t even told. Just a few Justicars in case things went wrong. In this age, the risks were too great. And there were considerations given because…because of Houston.”
    “Me? I was just a kid. And I didn’t have any powers. What was I going to do?”
    “The Nine wanted to ensure you had an opportunity for a normal life.”
    Houston kicks the overturned desk. “ That worked out well!”
    “Houston, calm down,” I say.
    “No! I will not calm down! How do you calm down over this bullshit? My mother is a centuries’ old psychopath and their plan for me to have a normal life was to have my father kill my mother and stepfather to make it look like…what…tragic domestic violence?” He rubs his hands over his head. “Harlan must have seen something he wasn’t supposed to. That’s why she tried to kill him. That’s why he said what he said. He must have seen something.”
    “I’m sorry, Houston,” I say.
    “That’s why she Imprinted on me. That’s why she was so hyped up on you being my baby mama. She…that bitch. She wanted us to have a baby so she could take it over. Imagine if she had managed that?”
    “Well I, for one, do not wish to imagine her with Werlock hereditary magic,” says Brynwolf. He looks at me. “Your bloodline has always run deep with power.”
    “Lord Advocate, what I don’t understand is why you went into hiding when you have this evidence?”
    “The Justicars who initially helped me with my investigation are all dead, Madame Warlock. I believe you can guess their names?”
    My friend Steve Harken is a Justicar. Over the last few years, he has been investigating the mysterious deaths of several Justicars around the world. We had originally thought it was a group of rogue Necromancers using Forbidden magic. “Anatole? Sonny?” I say. He nods.
    “Some of them were in other parts of the world?” asks Houston. “Could she do that?”
    “Time and space don’t mean the same thing in the astral plane as they do on the material. With enough magical power, an astral entity could transverse the globe in a matter of minutes. And since she appears to have been…eating...their magical force, she was replenishing herself with each kill.”
    “Replenishing herself,” mutters Houston. “She’s the one that has been killing the adepts in the area. She must be weakening herself, hiding from the Lord Advocate. She can’t sustain herself in the astral plane so she’s been killing witches. It… it was her. We were wondering all this time why it didn’t kill me. It was my mother.”
    “I went to ground to force her hand,” says Brynwolf. “I can’t directly confront her. Not if she is using Forbidden magic. There are no known counter-measures for it. From what we understand all she needs is line of sight. If she can see me, she can kill me. Even if I have wards around me, it wouldn't matter. She has to be destroyed. For good this time. I know how to do it. But I can’t get close to her.”
    “I can,” says Houston.
    “She thought to use you against me,” Brynwolf says to me. “To help her draw me out to finish me. She asked you to get her Persian griffon eggs, didn’t she?”
    “Yes, among other things. Very expensive things.”
    “The ritual she intends to perform; there are fragments of it among the old notes regarding the Soul Jar ritual. The original ritual was