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Just as the witch reaches him, Tarnley moves. In a blur, he’s behind her, arm banded around her throat, hand prepared to snap her like a twig. Her eyes widen, and she gapes at the man holding me.
“Release Bronywyn or I’ll fucking kill her.”
“Go ahead. She’s not what I need.”
“What? Why!”
“I’ll be going, and if you follow me, I will kill her sooner than planned.” His hot breath fans over the side of my face, the putrid stench of his breath making my stomach churn. “Far, far sooner. Though not before we’ve had our fun.” He tugs me backward, and Tarnley flings the witch around, slamming her into the wall and knocking her unconscious.
“My pocket, Tarnley! Check my pocket!"
He blurs forward, but the man behind me snaps his fingers, and we fall.
