Samantha stood behind Sinclair watching her new husband face down Melisante. A timely yet short lived, rescue. Of all the bad luck. This day kept getting worse and worse.
A pissed off witch with a glowing amulet was definitely not good news. And Sinclair, that brave i***t, stood in front of her, protecting her with himself. Samantha had to do something. I am not ready to be a widow and I hate wearing black. But how could an ordinary librarian fight a sorceress? What do I have that Melisante doesn't?
How about common sense? Maybe she could do something like she had with the electrical ball. What should I do when an extremely furious, ex-lover, psycho witch throws some really, really bad magic at me? Samantha needed inspiration. She peered around the room, hoping for something she could us
