Dark Victory. Brenda Joyce

of all feeling and all fear. Then he turned and hurried back into the burning schoolroom.

      Tabby screamed, “Come back!” She was afraid for him.

      He ran into the fire as the ceiling began to fall in. Plaster and pipe hit him, but if the debris hurt him, he gave no sign. She froze in horror as he skirted the blaze, heading for the shattered window. Suddenly the fire exploded again, and then a wall of fire separated them.

      Her insides curdled.

      Standing on the other side of the fire wall, by the window, he paused and looked at her.

      Every horrific emotion she’d felt yesterday at the Met flooded her, incapacitated her. The feeling of déjà vu was intense. There was outrage, fury, there was horror and dread. And there was love—the kind of love she had never felt before, but had dreamed of.

      She loved him.

      An expression of bewilderment crossed his dark face.

      The fire wall blazed between them.

      Even if he wanted to, he could not cross it.

      He turned and leaped out of the window; Tabby felt her legs give way.