Cold Blooded

It was empty. No money, no passports. The spell was gone.

 

Ray turned in a slow circle outside, his eyes flashing sliver. His concern and anger zinged through our blood connection, much stronger this time. Seconds later, a pulse of energy shot through the entire area, ending with an eardrum-sucking pop.

 

Either the sorcerers were incredibly lucky, or they had the best tracking system in the world. They’d managed to find me. And it had taken only seven seconds.

 

Rourke jammed the car in reverse. “Hold on!”

 

“Go to the Vampire Queen’s immediately!” I shouted to Naomi and Ray as we peeled out. “It’s the only place I can think of with enough protection. Naomi, act like you just arrived back from our journey, but don’t tell her anything else. I will find you.”

 

Eudoxia may be only one of a handful of supes who might be strong enough to ward off an attack from the Underworld. It didn’t matter in the end, because I didn’t know any other supes in New Orleans anyway.

 

We had only one choice.

 

Naomi appeared horrified. “She will know our bond is broken. I will be punished!”

 

I grabbed on to Rourke’s arm to stop him as he wrenched the car around. I rolled down the window and craned my neck out. “No, she wants me too badly to risk harming you. Naomi, you have to go. I promise, we will be right behind you. It’s the only safe place that can shelter all of us. Ray will be the perfect distraction. Introduce him as your—”

 

A huge burst of energy broke through the twilight, roaring through the predawn like a fog of malice-laced power.

 

“Time’s up!” Rourke shouted.

 

As the car sped off, I spotted Tyler and Danny running alongside us in their true forms.

 

Naomi and Ray took to the sky. Nick was behind us in the SUV, but as I watched in the rearview mirror, he spun the Suburban 180 degrees in the opposite direction once we hit the pavement. “What’s he doing?” I yelled, turning my head around to look out the small back window.

 

Rourke glanced behind us. “He’s buying us time.”

 

“He can’t take on a demon alone!”

 

“He won’t. Once they figure out he’s not who they want, they’ll move on.”

 

“What if they kill him first because they can? We have to go back.”

 

“Jessica, we are not going back. Nick is an adult supernatural who makes his own decisions. He is giving us a chance and we’re taking it. He knows the risks.”

 

Go back and help Nick, I yelled at Tyler. He’s trying to block whatever is coming. If you stand together, you have a better chance. Naomi and Ray have already taken off.

 

Got it, Tyler said. But get the hell out of here as fast as you can. Once we get to New Orleans, we’ll track you. We won’t be too far behind.

 

Another shock of power rocked the car.

 

The force of energy brought all four wheels off the road. On the way down, the car bounced, bucking us in our seats. Rourke yelled, “Put your head down!” right as all the windows in the car exploded simultaneously.

 

I ducked fast, covering my head with my arms as tempered glass rained down all around us. Adrenaline shot through my system and my muscles coalesced in an instant. Once the barrage was over, I unlaced my arms and tilted my head up. Rourke had the Porsche at 150. The wind was incredible. “Can you outrun power like this?” I shouted as we flew down a back road.

 

“We just broke through the end of that demon circle. That was the power burst.” He wrenched his head to look behind us, not slowing the car. “There are two things working in our favor right now. Demons have to stay within the circle they were summoned in. And daylight is breaking. It’s my understanding demons hate sunlight. If we stay rural and change our direction every fifteen minutes, we have a shot. The spell on the car is gone, but we still have GPS. It’ll have to do. We’ll use it to stay on the back roads until sunrise.”

 

I punched on the GPS and reached out to my brother.

 

What’s going on? I asked. Tyler, talk to me!

 

As soon as you made it through the circle, they left. Nick is on the road already. We aren’t far behind him.

 

Any luck with Dad?

 

Not yet.

 

Okay, keep trying. Rourke thinks we can make it to New Orleans if we stick to the back roads. Once the sun crests, we are hoping they back off.

 

Don’t worry about us. We’ll find you.

 

I sat back in my seat and reached up to secure my hair, which was flying around like a cyclone in the wind. I bound it with a twist tie I’d found in the ashtray. No windows at this speed was going to make it an interesting ride.

 

I leaned over and opened the glove box, moving the car insurance papers around, searching for anything that might help us. I half hoped I’d find a big red witchy help button to push for backup.

 

No such luck.

 

I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, mouthing a few simple phrases.

 

“What are you doing?” Rourke asked, his voice loud to compensate for the wind.

 

“Hoping that if I focus hard enough, a bag of beef jerky will appear in the glove box.”

 

 

 

 

 

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