the black woman, whose Caribbean accent reminded me of Solomon, seethed as she arched her back against Owen’s hold on her. “We came because we wanted to.” “We’re not taking any chances,” Tristan replied calmly as his power moved the black male warlock to a bed. “You want to convert?” I blurted, although they wouldn’t be here if they didn’t. I just couldn’t believe this. “I don’t know. Are we coming to the stupid side?” The white man with black, curly hair snapped. His arm suddenly jerked free of Charlotte’s hold, and a spell shot wildly across the room. A glass bottle on a shelf exploded. “If you don’t want to be here, we’ll take you out,” Owen growled, and the way he said take you out, you couldn’t be sure if he meant out of The Loft or out of the world. The woman’s eyes bulged and glowed red as she looked at me. “No. Please, no. You don’t know what they’re doing … what they’re planning. Please help us.” Her plea hit me right in the soul, and I rushed to her side.
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