Nodding emphatically Angeline forced the thought of her father’s potential predicament to the back of her mind. Wherever he was there was nothing she could do for him and her legs felt as though somebody had taken a stiletto knife across the back of her flesh. Was there blood? She couldn’t tell and wasn’t inclined to look in the middle of the bank but she doubted she would have been able to bend her body to see.
Their feet were small but whatever magic was powering their speed today the goblins were just as dangerous as her uncle had always said they were. Sharp eyes, sharp ears, and apparently sharp toes.
“Yes,” she gasped out, taking his hand tightly in hers and closing her eyes. She had full faith in his abilities but she hated side-along apparition: her constitution was delicate at the best of times and the last thing she needed was to throw up her breakfast in front of all and sundry. “Please hurry.”
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time of death: when MJ dropped this heart-stopping set