I jumped as I heard the silver vase crash loudly.

I was so intent on using magic to secure the door of the private library. The only evidence of the replica's disloyalty was the documents it contained. If Matilda got them, we were done.

Shouting was heard, followed by silence.

Then a big, awful roar. Rhys was the one. He was engaged in combat.

The room was suddenly filled with a fog of enchantment.

I lost the magic I was creating.

I was filled with sheer horror. There was only one ...