CHAPTER EIGHTIt was my own mother who got my father off my back, or from between my legs anyway, and she did it in dramatic style.We were all in the k...tchen and my mother was cooking Sunday lunch. She was carrying a pan of boiling water for some unknown reason, and she seemed to trip. The pan upended, and the boiling water fell straight into my father’s lap.I stood in silent shock, but my father screamed in agony. Writhing on the floor. My mother picked up the telephone and calmly, called for. Her aunt kept her hands on me."What is your name?" I asked."Lana," she said, scooting close to me, her hands resting on my shoulders."Hello, Lana." Hi Tyballa. So, you got mixed up with Woodhouse?" Yes." I'm sorry. If we'd known you'd come, we'd have helped. At least we'd have warned you." Oh? Who's we?" I squished back into the soft couch and curled up my legs. She turned to me. Her breasts seemed very close."We witches. For Tyballa, I know who you are, and the Summer Queen is well known to. And oh my God, what a great kisser she was! For about a quarter of an hour we kissed like wild teenagers, I grew really dizzy from the excitement – but then it was time for her to leave ... but we knew we would meet again!Danielas husband grew suspicious ... he swiped her cell-phone, called me up and tried to scare me into leaving her alone. However, I told him Daniela was a grown-up woman, didn’t belong to anyone, and was able to make her own decisions about whom to see and whom not.She still. “Rachel, I think it’s time I reminded you of your place in this family.”“Jase! Argh!”And then there was nothing but silence.My heart was lodged in my throat. What the hell had happened, what did dad mean by reminding mom of her place in the family? Why wasn’t anyone saying anything anymore?That was when I had hid the book under my pillow, quietly snuck out, tiptoed along the carpeted hallway, and glanced at the war zone from behind a wall.The sight my eyes had laid upon chilled me to my core..