Cora had barely caught her breath before Ember had disappeared and reappeared with Dillon from the Welsh coven. The men had Alva contained. Alva kicked and silently screamed, thanks to Tabitha. “Cloak her,” Jack demanded. Dillon did as instructed. Cora gasped. Jack had mentioned it, but to witness the sheen fall over Alva was an amazing gift. “At least her element isn’t as powerful as it could be,” Eli muttered. “Tavish is on his way!” Ayden hissed as he looked through the window of the door down into the carriage that was connected to theirs. “Here, allow me.” Cora stepped into the circle that surrounded Alva. She pulled back her fist and let it fly. The struggling stopped. “Jesus, Cora!” Clay whistled in appreciation. “Put her in the luggage compartment, quickly!” Cora instructed. The men lifted Alva, forcefully pushing her into the small space, and then they quickly took their seats. “Dillon, move down to the bottom, he shouldn’t see you there.” They settled down the second Tavish barged into their carriage.
