Knox popped his head from between the trees with a shit-eating grin. “So, when can we do karaoke again?” He scratched his chin before he spoke again. “Oh and Damian is killing witches?”
We pulled away from each other. Rafe growled. “You couldn’t have started it off with that?”
Knox shrugged. “It was a burning question in my head.”
I held my hands up. “How do you know?”
Knox rolled his eyes. “The kids are exploding in bright magical light. Their parent’s power is getting transferred to them. At least that’s what Tracey thinks.”
Rafe and I looked at each other. “Shit.”
Our breaths clouded out in front of us as we turned toward the manor and made a run toward all the commotion. As we ran, the sounds of screams met our ears. I winced at the sound. Rafe wrapped his fingers around mine as we broke through the tree line where chaos was erupting.
To be continued…