Violet could hear the rattle of the doorknob outside the room. She was almost there, so close. The door swung open and she reached out, stretched her arm out, and hit the panic button.
She sunk to the ground, exhausted, but for a moment nothing happened. No protective cage fell around her.
In the doorway, a figure appeared. But it was not Chase.
The figure sneaked into the room. He wore a long, dark robe, his face covered by a hood. Chase would not bother disguising himself, which meant that this could only be one person. The person behind everything. The magic spell caster. Violet stooped behind a vase full of flowers and watched.
The entire building let out a siren, and for a moment Violet thought it was magic, that the spellcaster was bringing the whole place down. But finally, the
