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Okay, asshole,I sensed Abby hiss when the lightning wavered.We’re winning. You’re losing. Now, get the hell off our property!
Harlon backed up, looking incredulous. When he bumped into the front of his car, he cursed, and thunder boomed over the ranch. A moment later, he turned to flee.
I would have loved to chase him with his own lightning bolt, but the moment he dropped his arms, it fizzled, making me stumble forward.
I raced up the hill in hot pursuit. What I would do when I reached Harlon, I had no clue. Throttling him was high on my list, though.
I prefer kicking him in the balls and watching him whimper,Pippa muttered.
She, too, was panting and racing toward Harlon.
Unfortunately, the warlock had enough of a head start to hop into his car and take off. But when I crested the hill, I found him staring into the distance.
Several big, dark Suburbans were rushing up the dirt road, churning up huge dust clouds. Seconds later, the vehicles fanned out and screeched to a halt in front of Harlon.
“Whoa,” Pippa muttered, nearly knocking into me from behind.
Doors flew open, and a dozen big men — some in secret service-style suits, others in combat gear — leaped out, brandishing weapons and IDs.
“This is the ADMSA!” one of them shouted. “Nobody move.”
The storm clouds parted, and a dragon soared by, roaring.
“Nash!” I yelled, half in relief, half in warning.
A dozen weapons followed him, and I screamed. “Stop! Don’t shoot!”
“Don’t!” Pippa yelled, backing me up. “He’s with us! Harlon is the problem!”
The agency men looked between us and their leader.
My hopes rose…until Harlon started talking in that hypnotic purr of his.
“Gentlemen, thank goodness you’re here. I can explain everything.”
Chapter Thirty
ERIN
The minute Harlon started talking, my heart dropped. Any minute now, he would convince the agency men to kill Nash, arrest me, and turn the ranch deed over to him.
“That dragon is a menace to society.” Harlon pointed to Nash, who circled overhead, steaming — literally, with angry puffs emerging from his nostrils.
“An out-of-control, cold-blooded murderer.” Harlon went on, indicating the pile of ashes. “He killed Angelina Saint James.” He nodded sadly at the men’s shocked expressions. “Just as she was trying to talk sense into him.”
“She was hit by the lightning bolt you threw!” I protested.
Technically, I was the one who’d bounced it back in his direction, but I left that part out.
Harlon tsked. “Sadly, he’s managed to infiltrate the minds of these poor, defenseless women. They’re under his spell.”
Pippa stomped forward, raising a fist. “I’ll show you poor and defenseless, asshole—”
I held her back as a dozen rifles swung our way. How was this happening?
Pippa seethed, kicking Angelina’s ashes. “This is our property! He’s trespassing. You’re all trespassing!”
The head agent flashed an ID. “Captain Edwards of the ADMSA. We’re just here to help, ma’am.”
