39Take Care Of My GirlAbove the frantic chanting of the witches came another sound, rumbling louder than thunder and accompanied by flashes of light brighter than any natural lightning storm. The two battling angels tumbled through the Universe and, still in movement, flashed into the basement of the boarding house. They’d been pulled there by the magic of the witches and Billy’s determination.
The world stopped. All but the angels were still.
Tazia had just completed her fall down the stairs and was in the process of being dragged by Jacob into the circle of witches. Soren was charging down the stairs ready to pull her into his arms and hold her there by force while the witches themselves were caught in expressions of ecstatic singing: wide-eyed and open-mouthed, looking as though caugh
