Taking The Night (Nightshade series Book 1) by J.F. Posthumus

Author:J.F. Posthumus [Posthumus, J.F.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Three Ravens Publishing
Published: 2021-07-27T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

S he was mostly right. They were on the eco-friendly and silent motorcycle within minutes. But the course that the Sandman took was not what she expected.

“Ummm... you just missed the turn-off for the lair.” She yelled through her helmet, leaning against the Sandman’s.

“We are heading straight to the bungalow. Can you keep that 'hiding' spell on us while we're traveling? We need to get there as quickly as possible and not every cop is going to look the other way for us.” The Sandman’s voice carried back to her, aided by the wind.

“Sure,” Selia replied. “It's a spell any novice can cast. I was a year away from being granted master status when I was banished.”

Magic came from life and the living, and the stronger the caster, the more powerful the spell. Or, with the lower-level spells, the longer they could be held before tiring the mage. Though Selia hadn't cast a lot of magic out of fear in the last ten years, she was still strong in the arcane. It wasn't something that would just vanish from not being used.

Grow rusty like a tool left unused, sure, but not disappear. Considering she had been using some magic, mostly novice, apprentice, and initiate level spells, she was able to use the less-frequently used spells without worry of being wiped out by them.

“Good. Hold on tight,” he warned, and the bike lurched silently forward.

The on-board speedometer display jumped to 110. She had to really concentrate to work the spell. That was going to be a challenge when her arms had to be locked as strongly as possible around the Sandman's waist.

“Why the rush to get back to the bungalow?” she yelled, confident the spell would hold long enough for the question.

When this was over, she was definitely going to delve back into her mage craft that she'd let atrophy for almost a decade. Odd that she'd been so diligent those first two years about keeping up her training before allowing this new world to overcome a lot of it.

“How long did it take Big Al to freak out and send goons to the bungalow when a single picture of you playing Mrs. Sandman showed up on the internet?” he practically shouted at her. “How long do you think he's going to sit on a whole page of YouTube video clips before checking to make sure you weren't lying the first time? You'll be lucky if he doesn't have you tailed twenty-four seven after that fiasco!”

The spell flickered for a few seconds as what he said hit her like a brick wall. She spat out one of the many curses she'd learned in Italian as she gripped his waist tighter. Love, anger, and even fear were powerful emotions that could be used to fuel spells. Selia pulled her annoyance and fear of them being caught together and fed it into the magic. Some lessons, it seemed, were returning with a vengeance.

Fortunately, the forest to her temporary home was coming into view and they were slowing down.

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