The word of the day was actually “pot” but that word does not exist in this novel. I like this scene anyway, and like sharing it.
From Protector of the Grey House:
Natalia tore her eyes away and saw the hole not three feet from the edge of her toes. She knew whatever was down there was weak and hungry. It had fed, but probably not enough. Joseph warned her the ghul would kill her, but that was when she was weak and unprepared. Now, though weak and woozy, she was prepared. If she jumped down, she might die, but Edwin would not have her. If she jumped, Charlie would probably follow her. She could fight the ghul until Charlie came to get her.
Though she had her brains, her determination and steel toe boots, she didn’t have any good weapons. Her eyes found the werewolf who leaned against the wall. Charlie was a weapon. Currently he was a gun without bullets, impotent with his concern for her. He could change and kill everyone in this room, then jump down to help her. Should he Blitzkrieg in the small room he would hurt her. No maybes about it. He wouldn’t unleash his rage until she was safe. There was no way to escape out the door; Edwin blocked the door on this side. There were two men on the other side, who stood side by side. She didn’t want to rush Edwin in case he decided to use the gun on her.
Natalia took a deep breath, stared Edwin down and silenced him. “Charlie. Do it.”