With tears in her eyes, Erica looked at Igram, confusion evident on her face.
"What... what did you... Did I just call her?"
Fiona rolled her eyes in irritation and chanted a spell, turning off all the cameras in the room. She then chanted again, and the gun that Erica was holding flew out of her hands and landed in Fiona's hands.
Erica froze in terror as Fiona dissolved the gin into dust; "next time you point a gun at my son, I will dissolve you into ashes," she warned as she snapped off Igram's chains and cuffs.
"Mom, stop it! You are scaring her! " Igram yelled at her as he walked towards Erica, who was shaking, her eyes wide and moving backward. The person Pickford was addressing as his mom was a young man, but what got her mouth open was her gun that turned into dust in seconds.
Fiona quickly cast another spell, this time freezing Igram in his stance. He tried to move and make a step, but his feet felt stuck to the ground.
