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now. Eunice won't catch me if I shift. I slink into the back and make myself human, then presentable in a t-shirt and jeans, and shuffle back to the front seat, hunched over under the low ceiling.
"You know her better than we do," Robert says, his eyes darting a glance to the rear view mirror to meet mine, "What do you think she's up to?"
"My best guess is she needs the coven's power for something she wants to cast."
Gilly turns to Robert, "That's alarming. We need to go back. We have to keep an eye on her."
I say, "Drive to the lot near the rental cabins. There's a path through the woods back to the clearing from there. It's the shortest way back that will let us avoid being spotted."
"We need to get Natalie taken care of first," Gillian says.
She's right. "Robert, pull over. We need to stop Darrin. Gilly, call him and tell him to pull over when he sees us at the side of the road."
She takes out her cell and makes the call. The conversation is brief. "He's right behind us."
Robert pulls his SUV as far off the narrow road as he can get it. Natalie's doing worse now. When Darrin pulls his sedan up behind us, I help her to the waiting back seat. He hands her a bottle of water and says, "Don't worry. I've got this." Nat smirks despite the beads of sweat running off her face. Then they're gone.
Robert pulls a u-ie and heads back toward the road to the campgrounds that we just passed.
***
Gillian and Robert huddle together in the brush. They've taken the best viewing spot for themselves. It's dense enough to provide cover but with enough space to stand comfortably without pine needles and pricker bushes stabbing at every move. I whisper from behind, "Well, what are they doing?"
"Shush," Gillian says. She motions me closer to look through a break in the branches. Her brow furls and she squints toward the ritual space. "We made a foolish assumption about the need for a high priest and priestess. She's convinced them to stay and honor the full moon without us."
Looking out to the clearing, I watch with them as Kevin walks in from the direction of the parking lot with a box in his hands. I turn and whisper to Gillian, "That's just like the box I saw before Eunice took Cassie over. Could be the same one." She pats my arm to indicate she heard, her eyes never leaving the event unfolding in front of us.
Robert moves in closer to Gillian so that he can see, too, and she gives him a coy smile as he presses close to her, sharing her hiding place. He flicks a quick smile back. Why is Robert suddenly hot stuff?
The wind rises, chasing the branches of the trees, and I stop worrying about what's going on between the other two when the space the witches inhabit begins to swirl with light. Fireflies? No. Magic.
And then, too weird—it's as though a dome comes down around the circle and it's suddenly like looking through frosted glass. The witches are still there, lit by the awful light, but the distance and the veil around the ritual space make it impossible to tell what's going on. Then, at the center, one of the indistinct figures begins to glow.
Robert starts to move forward, but I stop him with a firm hand on the shoulder. "No, I'll go. I'll see what's happening. It won't help anything for her to figure out you've been working against her. It's dark outside whatever that dome is. Cat will be able to hide in the shadows."
I crouch to the ground and think bad tom , then shift, gritting my human teeth against the pain until they're replaced by cat's sharp, white ones.
I spring out of the brush on four legs, moving swiftly but close to the ground, my tail held out low to drift above the grass as I stalk.
Eunice is looking the other way when I approach the veil. It's not quite glass, but it's not quite air, either. I press a paw to it and try to push through. It gives, but I can't pierce it. Whatever Eunice is doing in there, none of us will be able to interfere.
From where I crouch hidden by a tall clump of grass behind the
"You know her better than we do," Robert says, his eyes darting a glance to the rear view mirror to meet mine, "What do you think she's up to?"
"My best guess is she needs the coven's power for something she wants to cast."
Gilly turns to Robert, "That's alarming. We need to go back. We have to keep an eye on her."
I say, "Drive to the lot near the rental cabins. There's a path through the woods back to the clearing from there. It's the shortest way back that will let us avoid being spotted."
"We need to get Natalie taken care of first," Gillian says.
She's right. "Robert, pull over. We need to stop Darrin. Gilly, call him and tell him to pull over when he sees us at the side of the road."
She takes out her cell and makes the call. The conversation is brief. "He's right behind us."
Robert pulls his SUV as far off the narrow road as he can get it. Natalie's doing worse now. When Darrin pulls his sedan up behind us, I help her to the waiting back seat. He hands her a bottle of water and says, "Don't worry. I've got this." Nat smirks despite the beads of sweat running off her face. Then they're gone.
Robert pulls a u-ie and heads back toward the road to the campgrounds that we just passed.
***
Gillian and Robert huddle together in the brush. They've taken the best viewing spot for themselves. It's dense enough to provide cover but with enough space to stand comfortably without pine needles and pricker bushes stabbing at every move. I whisper from behind, "Well, what are they doing?"
"Shush," Gillian says. She motions me closer to look through a break in the branches. Her brow furls and she squints toward the ritual space. "We made a foolish assumption about the need for a high priest and priestess. She's convinced them to stay and honor the full moon without us."
Looking out to the clearing, I watch with them as Kevin walks in from the direction of the parking lot with a box in his hands. I turn and whisper to Gillian, "That's just like the box I saw before Eunice took Cassie over. Could be the same one." She pats my arm to indicate she heard, her eyes never leaving the event unfolding in front of us.
Robert moves in closer to Gillian so that he can see, too, and she gives him a coy smile as he presses close to her, sharing her hiding place. He flicks a quick smile back. Why is Robert suddenly hot stuff?
The wind rises, chasing the branches of the trees, and I stop worrying about what's going on between the other two when the space the witches inhabit begins to swirl with light. Fireflies? No. Magic.
And then, too weird—it's as though a dome comes down around the circle and it's suddenly like looking through frosted glass. The witches are still there, lit by the awful light, but the distance and the veil around the ritual space make it impossible to tell what's going on. Then, at the center, one of the indistinct figures begins to glow.
Robert starts to move forward, but I stop him with a firm hand on the shoulder. "No, I'll go. I'll see what's happening. It won't help anything for her to figure out you've been working against her. It's dark outside whatever that dome is. Cat will be able to hide in the shadows."
I crouch to the ground and think bad tom , then shift, gritting my human teeth against the pain until they're replaced by cat's sharp, white ones.
I spring out of the brush on four legs, moving swiftly but close to the ground, my tail held out low to drift above the grass as I stalk.
Eunice is looking the other way when I approach the veil. It's not quite glass, but it's not quite air, either. I press a paw to it and try to push through. It gives, but I can't pierce it. Whatever Eunice is doing in there, none of us will be able to interfere.
From where I crouch hidden by a tall clump of grass behind the
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