WILLOW
“Hi Willow,” Ginny pipes up, eyes dancing with amusement. “You’ve got thirty minutes. Whatever it is you want to do, I suggest you do it within that time frame, because that’s when he’s going to wake up.”
“Holy s**t!” Violet pops her head inside her bedroom, staring in disbelief at the crumpled, unconscious form of my bodyguard. “He’s going to lose his s**t when he wakes up.”
“Which is where you come in,” I turn to face her. “Here is your chance to work your charms on him Violet. When he wakes up, you’ll be in here with him, holding the fort for when I get back.”
“Right. The wards.” Ginny giggles. We watch in fascination as she sets up the last bit of magic. “There we are. Now, even if he wakes up, he can’t step out of the room unless I call off the magic. Anyone else who steps
