He reached out and gripped my face tightly. “Say it. Tell me your screams belong to us.” My screams belong to you. A triumphant smile spilled onto his lips. “Then get ready because these men wish to steal them. More evil wizards and cunts, firefly. Watch the magic, OK? Pay attention. This is the part where it gets good.” His blue eyes shifted from mine, and he looked to the door. I followed his gaze and swallowed hard as the handle twisted. I really hoped things got good. I was tired of the bad.
