Slight murmurs erupted again, but I turned — no time for questions — to my besties in the slowly dying sunset and nodded toward the blue manor house in front of us, which appeared to be deserted as there were no lights on inside. “Let’s go. The cars have to be there somewhere.”
The four of us moved quickly, and the throng of fatigued Mysticals followed instantaneously, even if they didn’t wholly understand. Leading our people away from the open beach, we hiked the sand dune barrier to the tall grass that was harsh on our already bruised, shoeless feet. My best friends and I watched the manor closely, but we swiftly identified no sounds or movements coming from within.
Rounding the impressive structure, a grin suddenly lit my features.
Antonio had used the owner’s front lawn as a parking lot. It was full of cars, SUVs, and trucks. More than likely pilfered from various locations.
No further instructions for our people were needed with the sight before us, as my orders were already given, so the four of us maneuvered around the numerous vehicles, heading toward the far end of the rows of vehicles. Closer to the beachfront road, in complete unison, we stopped…at my Hummer. Antonio had brought it here, placing it dead-on to continue leading this swarm of Mysticals.
Shaking my head at his ingenuity — I had parked my Hummer on King Hall’s property earlier that morning — I advanced to the driver’s seat as my friends took their normal places within. Hearing engines start, I strapped on my seatbelt and ordered my besties to do so, too — like normal. I turned my key that had been perfectly placed in the ignition, waiting just for me. A quick glance over my shoulder through the rear window showed there would, indeed, be just enough vehicles. No Mys left behind.
Jerking my Hummer into drive, I glanced in my rear-view mirror to the back seat. “Pearl, can you do something about that gate up ahead?” I could exit my Hummer when we got closer and break it with my Shifter strength, but I preferred getting on the road as soon as possible.
“Yes.” Pearl rolled her window down, and stuck one arm out.
From the corner of my eye, I saw a flash of gold outside my window as she murmured a spell under her breath. Keeping my Hummer traveling forward on the driveway at a sedate speed, I waited for her to finish. The gates shimmered golden, then opened immediately. I glanced in the rear-view mirror when she quit whispering. “Thank you.” Pressing harder on the gas pedal, I took a right on the beachfront road, driving east. “Ezra, would you listen for any sirens or too many heartbeats in one place, please?”
He peered in my direction, staring at my profile, as a small smile played on his lips and as he rolled down his own window. “You’re really good at this.” Cocking his head, his eyes flashed spring green for the barest moment as he listened to the sounds of the oncoming night. He brushed my whipping hair behind my ear as the incoming wind rustled it. “I didn’t realize this until now, since he never taught you to fight, but Elder Farrar did right by you.”
I snorted. Of course Antonio had. He kept me alive when I should have been dead thanks to my hybrid nature. Antonio knew what the hell he was doing, and apparently he knew way more about the future than a normal Mage, having elaborated our escape before there was even a problem.
“He said to watch for the golden protection,” Jack murmured.
Pearl chuckled when the rest of us were stumped. “Hello? It shouldn’t take a fellow Mage to figure this one out.” When we still sat confused, her hilarity only heightened, and she waved one hand forward, continuing to snicker. “For the love of bloody Christ, look up.”
The three of us leaned forward, peering up through the front windshield.
As one, we blinked.
Uh. Wow.
Focusing on the road and our immediate surroundings, I hadn’t seen it, but in the outlying distance straight ahead was a massive, shimmering golden bubble. Almost like a small mountain, but round and translucent. “I would have noticed in a minute.”
“Yeah,” Jack grumbled. “Definitely.”
Ezra grunted as he gradually sat back on his seat, still staring at the view.
Pearl cracked up from her perch, relaxing. “I guess King Cave isn’t a myth.”
Ezra glanced at me. “Do you know the story?” He was assuming I didn’t because I wasn’t completely up-to-date with Mys knowledge, all due to my mother and Antonio hiding me with Commoners as I grew up, to the point where I had even attended Com schools under the guise of being one.
I knew this story though. “When Antonio told me bedtime stories as a child, this was one of his favorites.” I smiled softly, remembering him lying on the bed with me, both of us staring at the ceiling as he used gigantic hand gestures to speak of King Cave. “It’s a sanctuary in times of Mystical need, it having been a protected area ever since Mysticals came to North America.” It had sounded like a wonderland the way Antonio had explained it. “It’s enormous inside, its depths incredible. It is hidden to all Commoners, but was founded by exploring Elders.” I shrugged a shoulder. “It’s protection against all evils.”
Ezra nodded, watching me. “My dad did the same, except he spoke of it at the dinner table.” His arched black brows suddenly furrowed and his eyes danced forward while he rubbed the back of his neck. “We’re about to enter a small town from the sound of it. Their heartbeats are accelerated.”
Nodding quickly, I stated, “Jack, I’ve got a hat in the back. Will you grab it for me?”
Jack leaned over the back seat, rummaging until he found it.
I took my gun out of my waistband and set it on the console. I used my left knee to drive as I lifted my hair up under the hat and tugged the hat neatly so my hair didn’t show. “Roll your windows up and get down.” I was small enough that most Coms wouldn’t give me a second glance, but Ezra, with his black and red spiked hair, shouted Vampire, while Pearl’s luxurious gold hair and bronze skin publicized a Mage, and Jack’s neon blue hair declared him a water Elemental.
Jack and Pearl hid easily enough, lying haphazardly on the back seat.
But Ezra was a huge, muscle-bound man sitting shotgun.
Slipping his seatbelt off, he started to recline his seat, but appeared to think better of it — it would be too obvious with a seat laid back — and ended placing his head on my lap.
After readjusting my seat so he wasn’t squashed against the wheel, I rested my right hand on the side of his face, nervously running my thumb back and forth across his cheek as I saw the town ahead. Squinting to evaluate the wafting smoke I detected in the dying light, I warned, “There’s another fire. This could get a little bumpy. Hang on.”