"Charlie, you i***t. Get away from me." Isobel warned him a moment too late.
Then again, it was probably too late the moment she stepped into the warehouse with another man.
The good news? Chris would never hurt me.
But Charlie?
Yeah. The blue fireballs streaked fast and furious, hitting the shield. A force field that rang like a discordant bell as it tried to contain all that violent magic.
"Oh, f**k," Bambi breathed. "Now you've done it."
But Famine wasn't there to listen, having slipped off into the crowd, feeding on their excitement.
Did the idiots not realize the danger?
Magic kept striking the shield, and Charlie still stupidly held her arm. He tugged her. "Come on, Isobel. I'll get us out of here."
Except leaving now with Charlie would only make things worse. The man inside
