Dark Magic (The Hunted Shifters Book 3) by J. S. Striker

Author:J. S. Striker [Striker, J. S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-02-05T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

“I don’t get it. If she was one of your aunts, why are we traveling in a cramped, rented car instead of just accepting her offer to travel in her car?” The words were asked matter-of-factly, but with a hint of annoyance in Leila’s tone. “She approached you, and she invited you to dinner at her home. That means she wants to see you, and that means she has no ill will…oh.”

Amusement danced in his body, but he stifled the smile. “Oh?”

“This is a getaway car,” she concluded. “In case things go wrong.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“But you thought of it. You always think ahead. I should’ve known.”

“So do you,” he drawled, giving her coat a pointed glance. Ovie knew enough to know it was one of her branded ones, but not only that. “Don’t tell me those daggers and vials you have in there are just for display.”

The annoyance left her face, and she gave him a very smug grin. “Don’t forget my luggage in the trunk. It’s my first time bringing as many weapons as clothes and makeup.”

He raised a brow, then focused on his driving. The afternoon sun was bright, the weather a direct contrast from the flight. The road they were on was bumpy and twisted, and it was as familiar as the back of his hand.

“We’re an hour or two away from the house, since my relatives don’t live in the city proper. They might ask us to stay the night there, depending on how things go.”

“It’s so beautiful here,” she whispered, wide eyes swinging from side to side. The fascination was clear in her tone. “I’m a city girl, but this…this is untouched. Like the realm, but safe. Well, safer.”

“It depends on the area. You’ve probably heard the Irish folklore of the mountains singing with magic, of the untouched fields ripe with it. Some of it is true, while others are made up to confuse those wanting a hand in it. It’s closely tied with Celtic mythology.”

“So fairies, pixies, leprechauns?”

“Not in the human world. But there are uncharted pockets here, for sure.”

They passed by twin mountains looming from both sides, which opened up to a narrower road and the glittering ocean on one side. Then, more fields, filled with lush flowers and odd rock formations. He turned the car a corner, squeezing it between two more flat, mountain edges before rolling up a mountain pass—up, up, circling and avoiding the edge of the road. Leila, who was directly on that side, merely kept looking around, unfazed by the height.

Finally, they passed by a village perched on the mountainside, the cottages small and the people outside doing domestic chores: laundry, sheep-herding, the likes. These people ogled at the car until the village disappeared from sight, after which Ovie finally floored the pedal to park the car beside a twisted, white tree.

There were a few more cars there, housed under wooden stilts and a straw roof. They got out and peered ahead, eyeing the lone cottage a few meters away.

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