Elliot pulled back her fist, having connected it with her father’s jaw almost instantly after his threat Dani. Her sister’s eyes were wide…Elliot felt her face burning.

Her punch left him breathless. When Darius lifted his gaze to Elliot’s eyes, the nineteen-year-old took off, grabbing Dani’s hand. She had nowhere to go—Max wouldn’t accept her owls—not even her text messages that took forever to write—but she didn’t care.

“Where are we going? He’ll find us, Ell—your flat—“

“We’re going to Jack Lupin’s.” She said softly, meeting her sister’s eyes fleetingly. The Manor was behind them.