Lucius’ POV

He wasn’t going to escape from my strong grip and I held him close to the wall of the shop, the bubble still around us. He held my hands and struggled frantically to break free, his hands and legs kicking wildly in the air.

I watched him writhe and groan in pain, anger running wild in my blood. I loosened my grip a little bit on him, watching him gasp for breath before finally dropping him on the floor.

He raised up one of his hands and looked at me, “That was much stronger than I expected.”

“You still have the mouth and the strength to mock me,...