Molly
Amber is frozen across the table, her mouth half open, her fork hovering in the air like she forgot how hands work. Her eyes are wide. Too wide. She looks confused, amazed, horrified, and on the verge of either screaming or passing out.
Before I can even form a thought, Charles moves.
Not walks. Not steps.
He blurs.
One second he's with Lily and the next he is right beside Amber. I barely even see him lift his hand before he gently taps the side of her neck.
Amber slumps instantly.
Her head falls forward and her body goes limp.
My heart nearly jumps out of my chest.
“Charles, what did you do?” I whisper sharply, already standing up.
This. This is exactly why I was scared of her coming here.
He turns to me calmly, completely unbothered.
“Relax. I just knocked her out.”
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