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Tony’s first instinct was to grab Cassandra and make a run for it out the room’s other door — which he guessed opened into the rest of the mechanic’s house — even though he knew there wasn’t much chance of them getting away. Unlike Cassandra, he’d seen Simon Escobar in action. He knew what the warlocks in that clan were capable of.
But although her eyes flared wide with shock for just the barest second, she remained sitting, then looked at the newcomer and said coolly, “I think you have something that belongs to us.”
Damn, what a woman. He didn’t know too many people who could stand — all right, sit — in Escobar territory and calmly face one of their warlocks down.
The man — Gabriel Escobar — chuckled. “Oh, is that why you have invaded our territory without asking permission?”
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