“Your mother isn’t dead, Lilith,” said Zahariev. “She’s missing.” The blood drained from my face. “What do you mean she’s missing?” “Her remains weren’t in the house,” he said. “Then where is she?” I demanded. “We don’t know,” he said. “Maybe she was taken by whoever planted the bomb in your father’s office.” I shook my head. “The bomb was planted on Lisk’s orders. If anything, he would have…” I went quiet as the realization hit home. My mother did everything Lisk asked, believed everything he said. He would never risk losing such a devout follower, especially one with magic. If anything, he
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