Hope's Point of View.
It wasn't difficult at all to pick up the place settings. My anger at Charlie's blatant rudeness had started to make one of the center pieces on the table start to vibrate. I was having a tricky time not shattering the crystal vase into a billion shards of glass, so I tried to concentrate on something else. The place settings were light and easy to move, and just by thinking about picking them up, they started to move of their own accord. I really wasn't bothered about who sat where. As long as I was with Albi and that little b***h troll from hell was separated from Noah, nothing else mattered.
'Let me give you a hand.' The sound of the Winter Witch filled my mind. Not the 5 year-old voice, but the Siren call of the fully grown Bethany. 'I know exactly where
