Hayle Coven Novels
I heard pounding feet behind me, felt Mom crash into my back as she froze in her headlong flight to see what was happening.
"Your father's gone," she whispered. "From upstairs."
"I know." She was staring, not believing. I was with her on that one.
Dad moved. Stretched. Smiled at me, at Mom. She choked on a sob, one hand covering her mouth, but she wasn't looking at Dad.
Her eyes were locked on Sassy.
My father bent and picked up my friend's body. A hazy mist of amber magic rose from it, clinging to Dad, wrapping around him like a shroud. In one last flash of amber fire, Dad was gone from his statue, back to Demonicon at last.
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