Chester’s POV
Annabella and Marta were in the room and it looked as though a bomb had gone off in it. One of the lights overhead had been shattered, there was glass all over the floor, and the room was permeated with the smell of cheap rum. “Oh, thank Goddess, Chester!” Marta whaled, throwing herself at me. She was crying profusely, large tears making her eyes look watery. “If you would have been a second sooner, she for sure would have killed me!” She cried as she clung to my jacket.
“Annabella?” I looked to her, a question in my voice. “Are you okay?”
She was about to speak but Marta interrupted her. “Why are you asking her? I’m the one she was attacking!” She pouted. “You can even ask gamma Zeke! He was just here and went to get help.” She started to cry again as a light went off in
