I was more than happy to fight again. Galleytrot had shrunk back down to his normal still-gigantic size, but I saw his shoulders shudder as he gathered his power. I knew he could handle the werewolves, leaving me to fight Jean Marc and Kristophe with Sunny's help. No problem. So as the two Dumont boys emerged from the darkness, the older smirking at me while the younger blew me a kiss, I knew we'd be fine.
They were toast.
Problem was, they had their own plan.
I felt her move before I could turn, reached out with my power to keep her from lighting the pyre, but Rosetta was faster than me this time, the spark of magic she used fed by her sorcery, igniting the kindling in a whoosh of super heated air.
My hasty shield protected Sassafras from the worst of it, but I was thrown further out, away from the flames, falling to my knees from the pressure of the heat wave. Sunny flickered beside me, all of her rage focused on the werewolves.