Quaid's feet pound on the stairs as he rushes up to the kitchen. I want to follow him, to protect him if I can, but Shenka blocks me with magic, dark eyes snapping blue power.
"Let him deal with them," she says. "He might be able to talk them down."
I listen, tense, hand holding Sage's as Shenka returns to rummage further through a cardboard box just out of the reach of the light. A soft blue glow casts her in eerie shadows as her hovering witchlight dances over her head. She joins us a moment later with a final pair of jeans and a t-shirt for Sage. He accepts them with a smile and slips the clothes on while Shenka turns away, blushing again.
Her reaction would be adorable if I weren't so afraid.
Someone steps across the threshold of the kitchen, the Enforcer power having a hard time b
