“This is really not the fucking time.” I drew back, and found her lips twisted in a weird smile that didn’t look right on her. “Thanks for giving me your magical signature, hot stuff,” she said, holding up the remote that could unlock the prisoners’ magic. The bottom dropped out of my stomach as I stared at it, realising she must have taken it from my fucking pocket. The screen was green, my magical signature clearly recorded on it and the yells of joy behind me told me exactly what she’d done even before I read the words flashing on the device. All prisoners released. No. Fuck, no, no, no!
