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Those that
threaten them, or try to separate them … ”
    Simon Meers Case Report, The Moonset Legacy
    When Virago walked through the motel room door two days later, the reaction was incendiary, to say the least.
    Jenna lunged for her immediately, murder in her eyes. “That thing could have killed us, you stupid bitch!”
    We were god-only-knew where, dropped off in the middle of the night, and forty-eight hours cooped up in one small room was enough for cabin fever to set in. I spent the majority of my time mediating between Cole’s hyper need for attention and Jenna’s restless irritation.
    We hadn’t been able to take anything with us when we fled the city. It wasn’t until sometime the next morning that we stopped long enough for Quinn to pick up new outfits for us at the nearest Walmart. He’d taken the clothes we’d been wearing when we arrived and disappeared, most likely taking them to be burnt.
    Leaving town wasn’t normally this intense, but there was a lot of extra crazy to go around because of the wraith. Virago’s reappearance, with Malcolm and Bailey in tow, was just the excuse Jenna needed to put that irritation to bad use.
    I grabbed Jenna, even as Malcolm darted around Virago to catch our sister from the other side and prevent a catastrophe.
    “Jenna, think!” I pulled on her arm, but fury had her adrenaline flowing and it was more of a struggle than it should have been.
    “So predictable,” Virago yawned, feigning boredom. But I could see her eyes darting around, the nervous tightening of her fist.
    “I’m thinking I’ll break her nose,” Jenna snarled.
    Between Malcolm and I, we were able to hold her back. Well, mostly Malcolm. He was the one built like a pro wrestler.
    It was hard not to live in Mal’s shadow since he towered over all of us. Jenna and I were neck and neck, but Mal had at least four or five inches on me. I stopped comparing when I realized I’d never catch up.
    Mal was the “-est” sibling. Oldest. Tallest. Calmest. Biggest. We couldn’t exactly join sports teams when we arrived in a new school, but that didn’t stop him from working out like it was his job. Football and wrestling coaches started salivating the moment Mal walked into a new school, but he always turned them down. Everyone probably would have held him up as the perfect child but for being the spawn of terrorists.
    It helped that he was gay. It kept me from having the world’s largest inferiority complex.
    “Told you Jenna’d stay out of trouble,” Mal called over his shoulder, casual as can be.
    Bailey hesitated in the doorway, dwarfed in a white faux fur jacket she must have insisted on. Bailey, in contrast to Mal, was the youngest and tiniest.
    Jenna lunged forward again, and this time Malcolm caught her fully, grabbing her by the waist and scooping her up off the ground like she weighed nothing. To him, she probably did.
    “She’s a Witcher,” Mal said. “Just let it go.”
    Virago’s childish, snide expression only lasted a moment.
    “Meghan!” Quinn said sharply, speaking to Virago, “Let’s go. Give them some privacy.”
    The added tension left with the two adults, so even with the five of us crammed in a two-bed motel room, it didn’t seem as bad as it had before.
    “We saw a wraith,” Cole announced happily to Bailey, who didn’t look as thrilled.
    “Figures she’s a Meghan,” Jenna muttered, once Mal put her down. “I’ve never met one that wasn’t a raging bitch.”
    Bailey shrugged out of her coat, folded it carefully, and set it over the motel room chair. “You guys are okay, right? Miss Virago said that Cole got hurt.”
    Cole turned his head and pointed to the side of his jaw. But the only remnant of the cut he’d suffered was a penciled red line. “Quinn used his athame on me; it was cool. All the blood went slurp right back inside!”
    Jenna rolled her shoulders, and just like that, her mood changed. “Thank god you’re here,” she said to Bailey, claiming