Chapter 403: Meems At Odds

I left shortly after, unwilling to talk to my grandmother any longer, dragging my sister out with me. She allowed us both to go, though I felt her eyes boring holes in my back as I retreated, head spinning with new knowledge and the fear I really was trapped here forever.

Meira jerked free of me the moment we were out of sight of the guards. I turned to her, not meaning to be angry, and certainly not mad at her, but my anxiety had the best of me.

"We have to go see Dad." Man, was I going to ream him a new one.

She glared at me, rubbing at her arm where I'd held her. "Says who?"

This was no time for back talk. In fact, the expression on her face reminded me of the brat she'd been after returning from a summer at witch camp, turned to the dark side by the evil of the Dumont family. No way was she regressing to petulant child on me, not with so much at stake.

"Meems," I said, "what the hell?"

"Don't tell me what to do." She turned away from me, face set in a pout.

If she said I was