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position in the kitchen entry. Jack’s arrival was good. She nodded numbly. And looked at the cell phone still in her hand. She frowned at it, confused. Again, the pounding. She jumped, then remembered, Jack. That was good. She moved to open the door. She could hear Jack yelling her name on the other side. The world snapped back into focus.
    “Dammit, Jack. Shut up.” Kenna unlocked and opened her front door. Jack huffed, out of breath, on her porch. “Geez, man, come in. Did you run?”
    “John told me you stopped talking on the phone.” He grimaced, gasping for breath. “I thought something… Never mind.” Putting his locked hands behind his neck, he looked up at the ceiling. “And you’re getting me a spare key.”
    Kenna shook her head and moved out of his way, waving her hand for him to enter. “Lizzie has a key.”
    He walked in and glared at her. “Lizzie doesn’t live five streets away.”
    “What do you know about my mom?”
    “Just that she’s being held by a coven, but she’s okay. John and Lizzie have more information.” Jack studied her. “Where’s your phone? John said they lost you.”
    Shit. She’d dropped it. She looked around on the floor and found it near the kitchen. The connection was still live. Picking it up, she spoke into the phone. “Sorry. Jack’s here. I’m fine. How far are you?”
    “A few minutes. Just…just drink some of that tea you have. Sit down and be calm. We’ll get there as soon as we can,” Lizzie said, and hung up.
    “Right, tea. I can do that.” Jack walked into the kitchen and put her kettle on to boil.
    “What? Now you have super hearing?”
    “Jesus, Kenna. You need to sit down.” He took her arm gently and led her to the kitchen table. “You had the phone on speaker.”
    Kenna sat down then rubbed her eyes with the heels of her hands. She needed to get it together. For her mom. Her chest tightened. What would she do if something happened to her mom? Dammit. Kenna couldn’t do this—magic, a baby—without her mom.
    Jack set a pot of her tea and a cup on the table. He sat down and poured her tea.
    “I am the worst possible daughter ever.” She removed her hands from her eyes and gave Jack what she was sure was a pathetic, needy look. “My mom is who knows where, and I’m terrified of losing her for my sake. Of being a single mom without her. Of lighting the city of Austin on fire.”
    “I’ve seen your fire magic. I think you can cross that last one off your list.” Jack rapped his knuckles on the table. “Listen. You’ve known for two days that you’re pregnant—hell—that you’re a witch. Give yourself a break. Of course you’re terrified of being alone. Look at me.”
    Kenna shrugged and looked him directly in the eyes.
    Jack said, voice low and intent, “You’re not alone. And we’ll sort out this mess with your mom, whatever it is.”
    “I know. I do. You and Lizzie will make great babysitters, I’m sure.” Kenna shoved back the note of hysteria that had crept into her voice. “Even John will stand behind me, because Lizzie would kill him with guilt if he didn’t.” Kenna closed her eyes, let her head roll back, and released a deep breath. “I hope she’s all right.”
    Her front door opened before Jack could respond. And, honestly, her incessant need for reassurance exhausted her. Pregnancy sucked. The feeling of helplessness and the emotional instability accompanying her pregnancy, more accurately. But those were big issues that colored the entire experience, and it was too soon for her to separate them out. She looked over her shoulder to the door as Lizzie was shutting it behind her.
    “John, Lizzie. What can you tell me?” Kenna kept her voice even with some effort.
    “The Coven of Light arrested her and have brought charges. She’s being tried in ten days.” Lizzie sat down next to Kenna and gave her hand a quick squeeze.
    “We think.” John scowled. “We received the information, a video”—Lizzie