Kindling the Moon by Jenn Bennett Page B

flashed above the passenger seat, and half of my guardian’s body became visible. Priya’s birdlike face flashed and faded, then snapped back with static. I gasped in horror. Priya’s body was cloaked in a swarm of small, ghostly entities with grotesque bodies—each had multiple, hairy, spidery legs and two sets of bulging eyes. Their mouths were firmly suctioned on Priya, and through their transparent bodies, a steady stream of energy was being leached.
    They had to be the litchen insect creatures that Priya had said were pursuing her.
    â€œPriya!” I screamed, slamming on the brakes.
    My guardian’s eyes, dazed with terror and pain, were fixed somewhere above my head. It only communicated one word to me before it vanished:
Run!
    The car came to a screeching stop, skidding sideways at the end of a hairpin turn.
    My hands gripped the steering wheel harder. I tried to think, allowing the full weight of Priya’s warning to settle. After several deep breaths, I shakily felt for my deflector charm beneath my shirt … gone! I tucked my chin and yanked my shirt down to be sure. It must have fallen off at some point. I strained to think how or when, but it really didn’t matter.
    A booming crack of thunder startled me, jerking my shoulders up. It was followed by a sudden downpour of rain that sheeted against my window.
    â€œKeep calm,” I said out loud as I tried to make sense ofmy options. I couldn’t go back to Lon’s. The road wasn’t wide enough to allow me room to turn around, and it was tightly bordered by trees and cut rock. Plus I didn’t want to get him involved in this, especially not with his kid around. I had to go forward. If I could make it home, I’d erect a serious ward and hole up inside my bedroom.
    For the time being, I needed to get the car back on the road, then charge one of the sigils on my arm once I could expend some attention for concentration. I needed something that would help hide me and give me a chance to escape.
    I struggled to turn the steering wheel so that I could maneuver around the turn, then let my foot off the brake. Throwing the wipers on high, I had started around the curve when a heavy thump crashed down on the car roof.
    For a second, I thought the storm had toppled a branch onto my car, then I looked up. Four dents the size of baseballs protruded through my inner roof.
    That was no tree.
    The car creaked and moaned. Whatever had landed on my car was now moving.
    The cold realization of my guardian’s warning exploded inside my head like a bottle rocket. The litchen insects had done their job and hijacked Priya’s link to my Heka; their host demon had materialized from the Æthyr … and it had found me.
    I rammed my foot down on the gas pedal. The car spun in place briefly, then shot across the pavement, full bore, propelling me across the brief straightaway segment of the mountain road. Whatever was on top of my car made a terrible noise, and the weight shifted to the back of the roof.
    The next sharp turn came way too fast. I gritted my teeth and jammed the brakes with every bit of strength I had. AsI rounded the turn, tires squealing, the weight on the roof shifted again. The unbalanced load nearly caused the car to spin out around the curve.
    I straightened the wheels out and floored it to take the next straightaway. Midway down the road, the driver’s window exploded inward. I squeezed my eyes shut and turned away as a spray of rain and glass flew inside.
    During that moment of distraction, the car slipped off the side of the road, plowing through bushes and several small trees. I yanked it back onto the pavement, unable to see clearly. The windshield was fogging over and something wet on my face was filming over my eyes; I couldn’t tell if it was rain coming in from the busted window or my own blood.
    Light darkened in the open window. I cut my eyes to the side and saw what had broken my window; it