“Lexington. I figured we could do with some food and a short walk.”
“Sounds like heaven.”
Seth hopped into the back seat and I righted myself so he had room to wriggle into his clothes. We swung through a drive-thru for some burgers and stopped at the Lexington National Cemetery to walk.
“Interesting choice,” I commented as we pulled into the parking lot.
Caden shrugged. “Walking trails and trees. I figure it’s closer to a forest than an open park.”
“Fair enough.”
I actually loved cemeteries, especially old ones. We wandered through, passing ornate gravestones and monuments. It was beautiful, and if I didn’t think too hard, I could pretend we were here as tourists. I’d always wanted to do a cross-country road trip, but these circumstances were less than ideal.
Trees cradled more than a thousand graves, some dating to the Civil War and others far more recent. If we weren’t on the run, I’d have wandered through to find the most interesting stone, researched names I came across, and enjoyed the winding paths with their careful landscaping. We couldn’t linger, though. By the time we’d finished eating, Caden was already tensing again and glancing around.
Seth took over the driving when we got back to the car and Caden took up his spot in my lap. I couldn’t help but laugh when he stood, putting his paws on my chest to rub my face, scenting me with his cheeks before staring at Seth.
“Jealous boy,” I cooed.
Caden didn’t disagree with the statement and instead curled up on top of my boobs, forcing me to cradle him so he didn’t slide down. I cuddled him close and scratched under his chin.
Seth was a lot more reckless at the wheel than Caden. He zipped around other vehicles, flying down the highway as we left the city limits.
“We’re going to get pulled over,” I protested.
“Nah. I never get pulled over.”
Caden rubbed his head under my chin. His phone pinged and I fished it out of his discarded jeans in the back seat. My thumbprint was coded in so I unlocked it and held it in front of him, clicking on the notification.
Someone responded to my post.
I scrolled to the newest response for him.
I think it could be a witch wraith. Haven’t heard about one showing up for centuries, but it’s the closest I’ve come across based on what you’re saying and what’s been recorded in the past. No idea how to get it off your tail or how to kill it. Someone did some fucked-up magic to make it and you’d have to find out how and who to have any luck.
I read it out loud for Seth’s benefit after scanning the words.
“A witch wraith? What the fuck is that?” Seth asked.
I pulled out my own phone, careful not to let Caden fall, and punched the term into a search. Almost no information about it existed. It looked like they ate magic. Like a lot of supernatural things, they weren’t a fan of salt or iron, but it didn’t sound like either would kill them. The thing I’d seen didn’t seem to have much of a physical form so it wasn’t like I could go buy an iron skillet and bash its head in. Salt sounded like good news, though. On the next grocery run we could grab some big containers to have on hand. Even if it only deterred it for a few seconds, that could be the difference between life and death.
Why couldn’t there be an easy solution? Splashing some holy water on it or chucking garlic at it would be so much nicer. Too bad I was all too aware that things weren’t as simple as the legends had made them out to be.
I groaned.
Unknowable entities were a bitch.
I set my phone down and put it all out of my mind for the moment.
Caden’s paw curled on my arm and he looked up at me.When we have a bed again, I fully intend on de-stressing you to the best of my ability.
Need clenched my stomach.
We can pick up some nice rope.
I glanced at Seth, unsure how I could respond to Caden without making it obvious that we were talking about sex stuff. “I want to, but is that safe?”
The first night, yes. It can’t move as fast as us. With this kind of distance between us, there should be no danger in trussing you up.