With another disgusted, partially fearful squeal, Fiona jumped away from the clustering rats and grabbed for Jack’s uninjured arm to haul him back, halfway behind her own body.
Fuck this.
Colorless eyes glaring, she opened her mouth and spat a stream of white-hot fire at the bundle of squeaking fur.
“Come on!” She spun, pulling Jack along with her as she took off. “Since when in the hells are you that accomplished of a mage?!” What little magic she had seen from him before had never seemed so controlled.