CHAPTER FOUR #3
Willa stared at her with her big, intelligent blue eyes. Tabby smiled more fully; Willa knew something was wrong. “Are they going to watch the class?” Willa asked.
“Maybe.” Tabby smiled, when she heard the whirring of a drill.
She whirled and saw the blond boy drilling holes into the door. “What are you doing?”
“What does it look like?” the dark-haired boy said. He pulled out a long metal object from his backpack.
The blonde was now drilling a set of holes into the wall, and Tabby realized they were adding a bolt to the door to lock her and the children inside the classroom.
She lowered her voice, aware of her fear rising.
But she somehow breathed and tamped it down.
“Whatever you intend, do it to me. But let the children go.”
“Oh, don’t you worry, pretty lady. We are definitely doing it to you.” He laughed at her.
Tabby wet her lips, knowing she must hold her fear at bay for the children’s sake. She sent a silent message to Sam—telepathy was huge for them. “What’s your name?”
He bared his teeth and said, “Angel. You like that…Tabitha?”
They knew her name. Then comprehension flashed in her mind—her name was on the door. “You want me, not the children. Please, whatever you want, I won’t resist. But we have to let the children go, now.”
“We’ve got plans for the kiddies,” Angel said.
“Ms. Rose?” Willa asked.
Tabby jerked, wishing Willa hadn’t left the security of the circle of children, as false as it was. She took her hand. “Willa, go back to the other children.”
Willa looked carefully from her to Angel and then to the blonde, who was drilling screws into the new lock on the door. “Is he locking us in?”
Before Tabby could come up with an excuse for what was happening, Angel said, “We sure are, pretty girl.” He walked away and dumped the contents of a huge duffel onto the floor.
Tabby cringed as she saw the kindling.
He poured gasoline on it and grinned. “What’s wrong, Teach? Afraid of fire?”
Tabby breathed. “Go back to the other children, Willa.” But now she saw that every child had his or her eyes trained upon the drama that was unfolding.
Angel’s hand snaked out and he seized Willa, who screamed. “Maybe we’ll start with her, witch,” he said to Tabby.
Tabby sent Willa a reassuring glance, and Willa fought her tears and stopped struggling. “Let my student go,” she said, and it was not a request.
Angel nodded at his blond friend, ignoring her. The blonde produced matches and began to light one.
Tabby’s heart thundered as he lit the match. Her mind raced with lightning speed. Willa was going to be burned at the stake, and perhaps the other children would, too. And then they’d burn her. She needed a spell.
Dear God, it had to work.
The pile of kindling burst into flames. The children screamed, except for Willa, who was deathly pale now. But she could not calm the other children. Tabby closed her eyes and murmured, “Fire fears water, fire needs rain. Fear fears water, give us rain. Rain douse fire, give us rain.”
“She’s casting a spell,” the blonde said, sounding a bit alarmed.
Tabby opened her eyes. Nothing had happened; nothing had changed.
Her students were crowded together by her desk, some of them crying, and all of them were staring at the fire roaring in the front of the classroom.
The blond boy seemed nervous, but Angel looked pissed.
Tabby was expecting the fire alarm to go off, but it did not.
Surely they hadn’t been smart enough to dismantle the fire alarms last night or that morning before school?
Tabby glanced at the ceiling and saw a wire hanging off the closest alarm, and her heart sank. The fire alarms had been tampered with. Then she saw a yellow mark spreading across the ceiling.
“Come on, pretty girl—girls get to go first,” Angel said, grinning.
Willa screamed as Angel started to drag her toward the fire.
Tabby realized there was a water mark growing on the ceiling.
As she rushed forward to fight for Willa, water dropped on her head—once, and then again and again.
But a few drops of water weren’t going to put out the fire.
She reached Angel and Willa; the blonde seized her, restraining her. “Don’t worry, you’ll get your turn.”
“Let her go,” Tabby said furiously, struggling to jerk free of the blonde. She was wearing her usual two-inch heels and she ground down as hard as she could onto the instep of his foot.
He was wearing sneakers and he howled, releasing her.
Tabby seized the can of kerosene and flung it at Angel. He cursed, releasing Willa, wiping the few drops of kerosene from his face. The fire suddenly roared, turning into an inferno. Tabby seized Willa and shoved her closer to the children. “Run!”
“Like hell,” Angel sneered. His eyes were black fire.
The next thing she knew she was in his arms and he had the blade of a knife pressed hard against her throat. She froze.
“There are many ways to kill a witch,” he said softly.
Tabby didn’t move, afraid he was going to sever her carotid artery.
“Do it and let’s get out of here,” the blonde said, “before she casts another spell.”
“Sounds good to me.” Angel grinned wickedly.
Dinna move.
Tabby heard the command, spoken in a heavy Scot brogue, as clear as day. Her fear vanished. Stunned, she looked across the classroom, past the fire.
The dark Highlander stood outside. He was staring at her through one of the windows. Their gazes locked. His was hard and ruthless, like his set face.
Tabby began to tremble.
And glass shattered. Energy blazed and the fire exploded, the heat intensifying.
The children screamed, as did the blond boy, who was hurled backward into the bolted classroom door.
Angel cried out as the Highlander bore down upon them both, sword raised.
Panicking, Tabby pushed at Angel’s arms, but he didn’t release her.
The Highlander towered over them and smiled dangerously. “Release her or die.”
Tabby stared into his ice-cold eyes and knew he meant his every word. She wanted to protest but could not form words. His power was so strong, she inhaled it. It wrapped itself around her, male and thick and potent.
Angel knew he meant it, too. He dropped the knife but did not release her, wrapping both arms around her now. “I’ll let her go—outside.”
Tabby failed to breathe. Angel meant to use her as a human shield, in order to escape.
“A foolish choice,” the Highlander said softly.
She heard him again, although he did not speak. Dinna move….
Tabby met his dark blue gaze and knew he was going to free her somehow. He would triumph—this man never lost. Her life was in his hands, but she trusted him with it. She didn’t move, obeying him.
The silver blade flashed.