“By the way, have you seen Liam today? He didn’t come to work this morning, and the day shift was concerned,” Comstock asked Toria, oblivious to the outrage darkening Rubin’s face.
“This is ridiculous.” Rubin slipped under Victory’s grasp, twisting in her grip until he had her arm bent the opposite direction, leveraging her own joints and strength against her.
“Mom, don’t kill him!” Toria hoped Victory caught her warning even as she held out her hands toward the guards. “It’s not what it looks like, guys.” She flinched as a fist struck skin, unsure of who attacked whom.
She might consider them acquaintances, but Rubin paid their checks. When Comstock attempted to push by Toria to come to his aid, she grabbed his wrist and shoved magic from her hand into his. Electricity crackled in the
