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"What were you saying about how she wouldn't get very far, sire?" Josh asked.
Elfar tried not to snarl at Josh and failed. He was weakened by fighting the woman's formidable will, and her proximity had sapped the strength of his ability to compel her. Indeed, Mora had fled much farther into the ceantar dubh than he'd expected. The rain was starting to come down really hard now, plastering their clothing to their bodies. Somewhere in the distance, thunder boomed.
"I can see that far perfectly well on my own," Elfar growled.
"Is that her?" asked Emma, shouting over the pounding of the rain. "The woman in that really ugly sweater?"
"What gave her away?" he drawled. "The fact that she's the only witch around? in this area?"
Emma shot him an annoyed sidelong look. "Touchy, touchy."