CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Rowe hated magic. It was stupid. And it burned.
He couldn’t stand. He could barely move. And he couldn’t even see the force that was holding him in place. He’d much rather face off against bullets and mortars any day. At least that was a kind of death he understood.
If there was any consolation, it was that Rosalie had turned her attention to him and the others, ignoring Vi and an unconscious Audra Palmer.
He, Gibson, Hunter, and Owen had all been driven to the ground. Julian and Nora were nowhere to be seen. She must have forced the witch to stay back. He had to hope they weren’t far behind. Neither Nora nor Julian had any allegiance to Rowe and his people, but they’d want to save their coven leader.
Rosalie got close enough that he could have swiped out and ended
