I glance over my shoulder and notice that Gaiman and Jax are standing next to their respective jeeps,watching the show with brazen enthusiasm. Well, Gaiman just looks mildly interested, but that countsas enthusiastic for him.
“Enough,” Anya snaps. “You’re making a scene.”
“Me?” Willow scoffs. “You promised to protect my son. And instead, you handed him over to Spartakfucking Belov!”
I can feel the rage pouring out of her. She takes a step forward, and I go with her. Anya’s men raisetheir guns immediately, reacting to me. But since Willow is at the forefront of this confrontation, Anyaraises her arm, ordering her men back.
“You’re his grandmother!” Willow continues. “I thought he’d be safe with you. I thought you werestrong. But all you are is an old woman who’s out of he
