"Just do it." Andrew looked James straight in the eyes. "She’ll znally
see the real you." His gave shifted past James towards Mika. She was
running for them, calling for James to stop. Andrew met Mika’s eyes,
managed a shaky smile at the concern he saw, her concern for him.
James wouldn’t look, he knew better. Instead, he lowered his gun.
He saw the warlock’s eyes shift back to him, a spark of triumph in
them that James wouldn’t kill him, that Mika was intervening on his
behalf.