Chapter 21
As surprised as I was to find that Charlotte could hit like a linebacker, she was equally surprised to see how quickly I got back to my feet. I'd played hockey all through high school, and while we played clean matches without resorting to all-out brawls, I had still learned how to take a hit.
But I was distracted. As much as my wand didn't feel like my own anymore, I still didn't like not to know where it was. I tried to keep my eyes on Charlotte, hands up to grapple with her if she tried to charge me again, I couldn't resist the urge to glance down in the direction I thought it had fallen.
It only took a fraction of a second to see that it wasn't under the tea table, but that was all it took for Charlotte to knock me down again. I curled into a ball, protecting my stomach a
