“Don’t,” Phoenix warned her. “Or I’ll drop her right on you. You get them to stop this van.” Janie laughed, an evil sound. “No.” “Get them to stop it.” The witch continued to smile as she chanted. Phoenix stood up, and his head hit the top of the van. He held Sage to him tightly, clinging to her, and then he raised his foot and smacked it into the double doors at the back of the van. They swung open with a thump. “Get.”
