Watson
I barely have time to finish my cigarette before there’s a groan, a crash, a whimper, and a roar. But thanks to King Asshole’s wards, I can’t do s**t. Hissing, I pace the line, feel the heat rippling off the invisible shield in front of me. I could try to go through, but it’ll buckle me before I hit the hall. I could try to wrap myself in my own shield of sorts, but it won’t be stronger than my brother’s magic. Never was. Definitely won’t be now that he wears the crown.
A second later, a huge fox nudges through the front door. Black bleeding into orange across his chest, he limps across the dead earth, finally collapsing across the barrier and into the green grass. I hit my knees, not sure what to do. It looked like he was favoring a back leg, has it bent up toward his body now. B
