"Don't be nervous," Will said, his expression softening. "I mean you no harm."
Of course Will meant them no harm. He was hardly a villain.
"Then why are you here?!" Simon roared.
Will's voice remained calm. "There are reasons. And yes, they do have to do with Jeffrey Rich, the owner of this place.
"But don't worry. I won't cover for him after what he's done. In fact, I intend to show Jeffrey myself what real fear means.
"I promise you, the Jinxes you cast on him were a lover's caress compared to the punishment he's about to face."
Simon eased up a little. "What... what are you going to do?"
A gentle smile appeared on Will's face. "You're better off not knowing."
Will intended to make Jeffrey suffer in both body and mind.
He had thought American Wizards were interfering with his plans. Instead, this was a story about a few hot-blooded young people rescuing their families.
It left Will somewhat helpless, but he knew the human heart was the least controllable thing in the world. Something like this had been bound to happen.
Unless he put every person in charge under the Imperius Curse—but that would treat the symptom, not the cause.
Today it was Jeffrey Rich. Tomorrow it would be Jerry Rich.
Or... he could cultivate a group of loyalists who would never betray him.
While Will considered it, Xavier spoke. "Judging by your accent, sir, you aren't from around here. Or rather... you aren't an American Wizard, are you?"
"Oh?" Will looked at him, unsure what he was getting at.
"You're a Wizard from England, aren't you?"
"Good guess." Will studied the young man holding a Wand in one hand and a gun in the other. He found him rather interesting. "What are you trying to