It was only Xander’s arms that kept Anya from plunging into the fiery heart of what used to be the Magic Box.
"Let me go! They’re not saving the expensive stuff!"
"Anya, please. They’re doing the best they can." He didn’t tell her that they had given up trying to save the building and had gone into damage control mode; wetting down the adjoining shops, trying to prevent the spread of the fire. She moaned slightly at the eruption of bright purple and green flames and turned her face into his shirt.