Parker cleared his throat and clutched my injured wrist tighter, making me wince again. The other hunters refocused. Green Scarf ripped the lanyard from my neck. Then he and Tweed Jacket compared it to the ones around their own necks and took in my scent.
“I don’t believe it. She smells like Fairy Godmother magic,” Tweed Jacket said.
“Yeah, but stronger somehow,” Green Scarf added. “More powerful than any Godmother scent I’ve ever been around. What do you think, Parker?”
Parker’s dry, cracked lips formed into a small, malicious grin. “I think there’s only one way to find out. Hold her down.”
Oh, I don’t think so, you—
The steel door I’d entered through abruptly slid open. Facing us now was Arian and a posse of five sword-wielding companions. They barged into the frosty place and rushe
