*Typhon*
When my feet hit the gravelly beach, it’s all I can do not to race into the ocean and yank my husband to safety. But I’ve chosen the steeper path so as not to lose the element of surprise, and I know I have to proceed with care and caution. Fire Moon lands softly next to me a moment later, and together we survey the scene.
Carlotta seems to have gone positively unhinged, waving her fist and screaming curses at the receding boat, and Jonas is inching slowly backward, edging ever closer to the beach.
But just when he’s managed to go far enough so that he might possibly be able to run to safety, Carlotta whirls around and levels her hand,
A hand crackling with magic, at Jonas’s midsection.
Cerberus is growling in my head, eager to rip the witch limb from limb.
"You’re not going anywhere," she says in a deadly voice.
"Couldn’t we at least get out of the water?" Jonas replies. "I can’t feel my feet any longer."
Carlotta nods curtly. "Move slowly. One false move an
