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“Elizabeth!” I screamed her name as I dove to protect her from the bright flash of light.
“Get down!”
Something crashed into my side, knocking me to the ground.
Bright fire crackled through the apartment, whooshing through the air and rising up to the ceiling to devour the patchy paint.
“Block the door,” Elizabeth shouted in my ear.
“Portundo!” I gagged on the sharp scent that filled the air as I spoke the spell.
Asshat William crawled toward the place where the door had been, staying on his knees, keeping his head out of reach of the flames.
“There’s no way out!” I choked on the air that stung my lungs. I coughed out the bad air, but the next breath was even worse.
“No!” William pounded on the wall where the door had been.
“You’re not getting out of here.” Devon scrambled tow
