Chapter 332

Ava's POV I stood up, fists clenched at my sides. "You put them away? They're not yours to 'put away.' Half of those books belong to me!" "They're family heirlooms, Ava," she countered calmly, setting her purse down on the counter. "And as the elder witch in this household, I decide when and how they're used." "Bullshit! You're hiding something from me, and it has to do with whatever's happening to me, doesn't it?" A flicker of something, maybe concern or fear, passed across Odelia’s face before she composed herself. "Nothing is 'happening' to you except emotional turmoil over a man who never deserved you in the first place." "This isn't about Joseph," I insisted, following her as she walked into the kitchen. "This is about you suddenly being concerned about my magic, about my physical sensations, and then mysteriously removing every magical resource I could use to figure out what's going on." My mother filled a glass with water, her back to me. "I think you need a break from all thing