The walls shook around them and the fire’s flames were already consuming the bookshelves outside the door frame with shocking speed. “Rowan!” “I’m here!” She got to her feet on the other side of the reading room, where she’d been thrown by the force of the blast. Her movements were shaky, but she was in one piece and he offered up a quick prayer of thanks. Briggs lifted his head, rising horror filling his face. “What is this?” “We need to get out of here. Now.” Finn’s harsh tone was clearly what the man needed to focus and he was on his feet, despite several glances toward the outer portion of his store. “Back door, Briggs! Come on.” They both waved Rowan toward the door in front of them, but she raced back to the table where they’d set everything up. “Rowan! Come on!”
