Trichloris and I did nothing but stand there and size each other up for a while, breathing heavily in and out like big cats before a fight. I guess in a way that was what we were.
“So, what are you doing here, if I may ask?” asked Trichloris, puncturing the silence that seemed to have descended over the whole world.
“I lived here, remember,” I replied, making sure it sounded every bit as harsh as I intended.
“Actually, this is Francesca Firewalt’s house,” he replied with an exaggerated gesture. “By the way, where is the lovely lady? She and I kinda have some unfinished business to discuss.”
“You and your minions aren’t going to get to Francesca, Trichloris,” I said and took a firm stance to further invigorate my point. “I won’t let you.”
“The most powerful white witch is hiding behind
