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All three of the Escobar newcomers fairly vibrated with power, so Cassandra guessed the older man and woman must be clan elders. How they’d known she and Tony were here, she had no idea, but at this point, it probably didn’t matter.
“Put the books down,” Vicénte said. There was almost something frightening about how calm he seemed, as if he knew he had the upper hand here and so had no need to lose his temper.
“Or what?” Tony asked, trying to sound cocky. His voice didn’t shake, and he met Vicente’s gaze stare for stare, but the impression was marred a little by the sweat beading on his forehead.
“Or this,” the primus replied, and raised his hands. There was no flash of magic, nothing to indicate that he’d done anything at all, but at once Tony let out a shocked cry and doubled over
