I saw Alexander move towards the door and I know I must do something. I want to throw him into a fiery pit. Make him suffer... but my magic is waning. It has been for some time. It took all within me to send Wren tumbling a few feet earlier. The strain upon my powers has been immense. Maintaining my glamour for so long... trying to shield my granddaughter and my daughter... it is all too much for one woman... one old woman at that. But I knew I could never give up.
Giving up was simply not an option. My family needed me. So, I moved swiftly, until I was in front of Alexander. His eyes darkened. "Althea." He snarled. "Or, should I say, Leonie? Move."
