Chapter 9 LETHAL MALLETS.

The whistle slicing through the air was the only warning we got. A sharp, fast, lethal sound, followed by a hideous crack against the wood of a centuries-old oak.

I froze. Less than an inch from Liam's right ear, a solid wood croquet mallet, the size of a demolition hammer, had just flown by at bre...

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