Bab 282: Future

Twelve years later

"He's going downstairs! Stop him, Mel!" Tyler's voice sounded throughout the two-story house.

Melina ran through the kitchen toward the foyer, hearing loud footsteps as the witch they were chasing made a run for the door. She darted into the hallway, looking toward the open front door to see the witch running for it.

Narrowing her eyes, she swiped her hand, slamming the door shut from ten feet away. She snapped her fingers, locking the door to keep the witch from escaping.

The witch was a lanky, young man with anger issues and a grudge against Tyler and Melina's latest client. He had tried to plant a spell bag in their client's room, but Melina easily sensed its dark magic. They hadn't been able to trap the witch until now. Finally, they could take care of him.

"You bitch!" the witch shouted before whirling around, preparing to cast a harmful spell at her.