Page 93 of Christmas Magic

Lucian lurched and twisted to look at the squire. “Galahad?”

There!

Molly thrust out her palms and fired.

The bolt zipped past the edge of the shield. It hit Lucian’s lower back.

He jolted. His eyes rolled, and his body wavered, as though he was on the verge of collapsing.

“Zap him again!” Rose meowed.

“I don’t know….” Her hands shaking, Molly summoned more magic. It crackled and hummed in her palms.

“Molly,” Lucian grated. “Don’t—”

“I’m sorry,” Molly said, “but I love you.”

She fired again.

Lucian’s eyelids closed. His shield vanished, and he toppled backward to the floor.