Naturally, the fastest one was Alistair.

Beneath his black robe, his wrinkled face twisted with fury. Dark energy surged and carried him forward, each stride covering more than 30 feet as he tore after Andrew like a storm.

That little thief deserved to die a thousand times over!

Right now, Alistair was as furious as he had ever been.

Henry and Grace gritted their teeth and chased as well. They knew Andrew was up to no good, but they never imagined he still had enough strength to snatch S