Page 11 of Lunar Desires
Scrying witches couldn’t cast spells like shimmer and shadow witches, since their searching skill was their only power. But as long as Drake stayed within five feet of me, the effects of the spell would apply to him, too.
We didn’t have long to get the hell out of here. TheWickedillusion still held, but I felt it unraveling as if my soul were made of fabric, a loose thread running away from it.
Weird.
“I’ll take a look,” I said, nodding at the wall.
He gave me a boost. I peered over the edge, my stomach dropping at the sea of vehicles and witchcops on the other side. All dressed in the white uniform with blue piping, blue berets on their heads, every face giving off trained-to-kill energy.
“Crap.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Witchcops. I think they’ve got the whole street locked down.” I checked my bangle, digital numbers counting down in the small window below the green light.
Just over two minutes to go.
He took me by the hand again. “We have to go for it. I know this area. Trust me.”
“O-okay.”
Holy crap. We climbed the wall, my heart a doom-filled drum in my chest, expecting the worst—which didn’t suite my sparkly, glass-half-full personality.
Well, call me jaded from a recent period of deadly trysts.
With one minute and thirty seconds left, we climbed off the wall side by side, and landed within grabbing range of four witchcops, their eyes on the sky.
The helicopter arrived, stopping to hover.
My God. I was about to faint.
Drake tugged my arm, leading me across the road. We wove around the heavily armed witchcops, their bangles bigger than mine, with five green lights. They were in possession of extra spells, all of them packing a much bigger punch.
We reached a low wall on the other side of the road, a row of houses beyond it. Moving quickly, we climbed over, lowering ourselves into the garden below.
On the other side, I ran fingers through my hair drenched in sweat, catching my breath.
“Over here,” Drake whispered, opening the garden gate.
We darted down an alleyway into a high street, hurrying past more patrolling witchcops, hand in hand with twenty seconds on the clock.
“There’s too many of them around,” I said, both ends of the street sealed by blockades, the blue lights of witchcop vehicles flashing.
Drake took me down an opposite alleyway between a pub and a comic book shop. We turned the corner into a dead end with a huge bin and a door.
Eight seconds left…
He knocked on the door, tapping out a song I recognized.
“Is that ‘Somewhere Over the Rainbow?’” I wondered.
“Yes. It’s Molly’s most hated song.”
Erm, okay. “Who’s Molly?”
The hide spell dropped, leaving us exposed. Along with it, theWickedillusion gave up. I swayed as everything went a little hazy, the fabric part of my soul gone.
“What’s wrong?” Drake asked, taking both my hands.
