A grim, ferocious look surfaced on Tom’s face, like a beast that had finally cornered its prey—satisfied and fanatical.
Florean’s body stiffened instantly; he could feel the chilling cold of Tom’s palm.
He tried to keep calm, but the sound of his own heartbeat was already roaring in his ears. He reached instinctively for the wand at his waist, only to find his hands gripped tightly in Tom’s grasp, completely unable to break free.
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