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Nicholas was on his hands and knees, clouds fogging his mind as he tried to shake off the pain. Tamara survived such attacks all the time, and sure, he’d trained for this. But damn, it hurt to get thrown into a bar. He’d pissed Jacqueline off and would probably die for it, but a low, raspy laugh escaped his lips. His plan had nearly worked. Drain Jacqueline of her powers and kill her, then return to Tamara, call it a day, and watch some football on TV. Apparently, the plan was going to have to change.
He flinched as Jacqueline threw a chair at him with a mere flick of her wrist. The wood smashed into him. His ribs screamed as they took the brunt of the blow. Magic surged through him, eager to fight back. He raised a hand, flinging out a blast of his own power. When his green energy bla
