Sam was twelve and had been controlling her powers better than I expected. Monthly visits with trusted ex-council sorceresses did her good. She could get away for a weekend and be around those who truly understood what she was going through. Lilah and I had become a bit distant, we both worked alot and Sam's magick training was emotionally draining. We were still sleeping in the same bed and she never smelled of someone's cologne so I didn't worry. I'd taught Sam small spells for protection. I knew the dreaded thirteeth year was coming and that would encase hell. At thirteen those who have magicks get a bit of a boost. Then at eighteen their powers full develop. Considering how strong Sam was already I was a bit worried at what her upcoming birthday, specifically a week away, would bring.