like she was getting her bearings back. I moved to block her from exiting the room. McDonald was moving slowly, and I wanted to give him as much time as possible. Eying the mirror, I quickly calculated angles again. The positioning was about as good as I was going to get.

I hefted the flask, which still held a few drops of holy water, I didn’t expect that they would do me any good, but I wanted to keep her attention on me.

She managed to focus in my general direction. “You know I’m going to kill you for that, warlock.”

I allowed myself to smile. “First you’re going to have to catch me.”

Her eyes fixed on the flask in my hand. I was impressed that she hadn’t moved on me yet. The holy water must have hurt like—if you’ll pardon the...

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