“Shh, Charlie.” Jane puts a finger to her lips. “We’re trying not to wake him.” She’s warning her brother. Farrow is glaring at him to back off. I’m about to stand up and guide him away. “I can help with that.” Charlie pats the hardback on his palm, and then he hurls the book at Maximoff’s head. Farrow catches the book midair, but the action jostles Maximoff. And his eyes snap open. All hell breaks loose. Farrow is on his feet, heat in his eyes, and I tower and have a hand on his chest so he won’t near Charlie.
