Chapter 589: Return of Demetrius

Emptiness echoed from the kitchen. The touch of it pulled me from the sleep I'd finally managed to wrangle, harsh and unforgiving rest filled with endless stone corridors and Ameline's laughter.

I leaped from bed, raced down the stairs, while my heart skipped beats and adrenaline raced through my system. My power gathering, maji surging inside me. Only one thing felt empty like that.

Sorcerer.

In my house.

I skidded to a halt, iridescent power rippling around me, hands fisted and ready to attack. Gram looked up from the bubbling pot of oatmeal she stirred with a wicked little smile on her face.

"You look chipper," she said.

Someone cackled. I turned, still prepared to defend my home. My family.

Only to come face-to-face with Demetrius's cherubic grin.

"Pretty," he said, pointing at my rainbow aura.

Gram's giggle joined his. "Think there's a pot of gold in there somewhere?"

Ha freaking ha.

I let the magic fade, the creation power easing, the many parts of me separating and fa