Chapter Thirteen
I wait for the women's backs to be turned, then run out and behind the bookcase the guys are stood in front of. What I wouldn't give for Ryan's ability to turn into a cat right now. It may calm the pounding in my chest as my heart threatens to explode.
"I wonder how long it'll take precious little Miss Black to turn up," Feathertop observes, picking up a basket and plonking it down on a stool.
Small meows of protest come from it, and my heart almost breaks from the sound.
"Don't hurt them," Ryan shouts, drawing the women's attention to him.
Ah, that's what he's trying to do. Testing how distracted they are so I can do other things. Like getting over to Thomas and his wand on the other side of the room. They're not making things easy for me, that's for sure.
"Why? You
