“That little stunt would’ve killed a human who wasn’t scintilla. Even a werewolf would feel very painful effects.” She gave Brandon’s face a harsh pat. “Isn’t that right little boy?” Brandon nodded and glared at the floor. She spun the chair around and Brandon was facing the computer tower again. “Get it done.” She slapped her hand onto a piece of paper. “I-I c-can’t with t-the ch-chair m-m-moving.” She stood straight and blew out a breath. “Spineless.” Stepping away from Brandon she turned to Bob. “Get a stable chair.” “Zoe, this one keeps him subdued. We used it before,” Bob argued. Zoe whirled on Bob and flicked her fingers in his direction. Brandon watched, fascinated, as five thin, long sparks hit Bob in his neck like tiny spears. He slapped one hand to his neck and yelped. “What the hell!” Bob sputtered. “I know more about him than you do. I think I’ve got this covered. Just do it!” Zoe snapped. Bob growled but stormed out of the room. He was back a few minutes later with the solid, winged-back chair Brandon was used to and dropped it beside Brandon. Bob grabbed Brandon under the arms and hefted him out of one chair and shoved him into the other one. The rolling chair was kicked away and the stationary chair was pushed into place. When Bob’s phone rang, he raised one finger and held the phone in the other hand, glancing at the screen. “It’s Bisset.” He answered the call. “Yeah, I’ve got him here. Okay. I’ll take care of it.” After his phone was pocketed, he turned to Zoe. “Change of plans. Tala is in custody. They know what she is. The power to the police station where she is needs to be cut so no one can see her and Bisset get out.” Zoe walked to the table and leaned against it, gazing down at Brandon. She leveled a bone-chilling stare at him and steepled her fingers together. Tiny sparks wafted into the air. She arched one eyebrow and smirked. “We’d better get started then.”
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