Sebastian's POV.
Books tumble off shelves. Glass lampshades shatter. I cover Gigi with my body. The floor beneath us trembles and in the distance, I hear a successive BOOM BOOM BOOM.
Somewhere in the house, walls are falling. The crash rings in my ears.
"Feel the air, Bash."
He's right. The air hums with static electricity. Whatever is happening isn't human; it's witchcraft.
There's another BOOM BOOM BOOM, and then the crackle of electricity bouncing off walls just outside the library door.
"Get behind the couch," I shove Gigi and stand.
Lucas stands shoulder to shoulder with me.
"For the record," he says, "we have absolutely no chance against Wednesday Witch. Not without some heavy weaponry, which we do not have."
"Is now the time to have this argument, again?"
"I just want it noted that if you'd let me stock Havenwood with the anti-witch arms you sell to millions of people we wouldn't be in this position."