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  ~***~

  A burst of blue-white light jerked her awake. “Josh?”

  “My name’s Harv. Remember?”

  “Where am I?” Channie’s mouth was so dry her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth. Her head throbbed with each beat of her heart. How long had she been asleep? It was dark and her neck was so stiff she could barely turn her head so it must have been a long time.

  “We took a little detour, sugar.”

  Channie pressed the base of her palms against her throbbing temples. “Detour?”

  Another stuttering blast of lightening tore through the sky. It was like blinking in reverse — tiny micro-bursts of vision that pierced the darkness, then disappeared.

  A spidery maze of foliage pressed against the windshield. Had Harvey crashed the car?

  He said, “It’s time for you to show your appreciation for my generosity.”

  “What generosity?”

  Harvey shot out a blast of rage followed by a swell of lust so foul Channie gagged. Chastity’s curse should have knocked him unconscious, but … there was no trace of Chastity’s energy. Something was seriously wrong. Her head felt as if someone were trying to crack it open with a hammer — from the inside out. She clenched her jaw to keep from throwing up. “My head hurts.”

  “I imagine it does. I had no idea you would drink the entire thirty-two ounces. You’re a greedy little girl, aren’t you.”

  The creep must have slipped something into her Dr. Pepper. No wonder it had tasted so bitter.

  He thrust a plastic bottle of water at her. “Drink this. It might help a little.”

  “No.” Channie was dehydrated, but she wasn’t about to swallow anything else this psychopath gave her.

  “Now, now. Don’t be rude.” His hand brushed Channie’s hip as he unbuckled her seatbelt.

  Channie scrambled away from him, flattening her body against the car door. She tried to bring Chastity’s power to the surface, but it was like trying to pour molasses in the middle of January. What ever drug he’d given her was interfering with her powers. “Don’t touch me.”

  “Oh, I intend to do a lot more than just touch you. It’s part of my payment for finding you.”

  Channie spun around in her seat and grabbed the door handle. She jerked on it repeatedly, but the door wouldn’t open. She found the electronic locking mechanism but it didn’t work.

  A wet chuckle bubbled out of Harvey’s throat as he inched closer. He put his hand on Channie’s knee. She raked his face with her nails.

  He slapped her then grabbed her wrists and forced her arms above her head, pinning them against the window with one hand. He ran the other down the center of her chest. “Do that again, and I’ll kill you.”

  Tears leaked out of the corners of her eyes. Her whole body shook. “Please …”

  “Please what, sugar?” Another surge of lust.

  “Please … don’t do this.”

  Channie thought he’d taken pity on her and changed his mind when he released her — until she heard him unzip his pants.

  She may not have so much as a spark of magic to defend herself, but she had fists and feet and teeth. Lightening flashed as she screamed and tore into Harvey like a wild animal.

  Lightening flashed again, but all Channie saw was Harvey’s fist. Pain exploded behind her eyes as thunder shook the car. All the fight went out of her.

  When Channie regained consciousness, she was disoriented. She wasn’t inside the car anymore. Rain tore leaves and pine needles from the trees, but she wasn’t cold. She wasn’t even wet. It was still dark, but she saw everything more clearly. She was floating … above the car … outside her body. Was she dead?

  Channie drifted closer to the scene inside the car and felt the connection to her body grow stronger. She watched her chest rise and fall, but couldn’t feel the flow of air through her lungs. Her carotid artery throbbed, but she could’t feel the frantic beating of her heart. Channie’s body was still alive, she just wasn’t in it.

  Harvey screamed at Channie to wake up. He slapped and shook her repeatedly. But she didn’t feel it. When he finally grew tired of beating her, he reclined his seat and laced his fingers behind his head. “Go ahead and sleep it off, little girl. I can wait. No one will ever find us out here.”

  Channie willed Harvey to fall asleep so she could slip back into her body and escape — she wasn’t quite ready to move on without it — but he refused to so much as doze off. He lay still as a corpse, but never closed his eyes. He was waiting for her to wake up. What was stopping him? Wouldn’t it be easier for him to rape her while she was unconscious … when she wasn’t able to fight him?

  No, it wouldn’t be easier. It was her fear that aroused the pervert. If she wasn’t afraid of him, he couldn’t rape her. But, unless her powers returned, he could still kill her.

  The effort required to remain outside her body without leaving it permanently, exhausted Channie. Who would have guessed that a spirit could get tired? She wouldn't be able to hang on much longer. It was time to decide. Stay and take her chances with Harvey? Or move on and leave her body and Earthly existence behind. Her thoughts turned to Josh, and a vision of him appeared as if in a dream. He was driving a small, red jeep-looking-car down a four-lane highway and brushing tears out of his eyes.

  The vision faded, but Channie could still hear Josh, crying and calling her name. She felt a tugging sensation in her heart. And it was coming from Josh. They were still connected.

  She refused to come between him and Kassie, but she’d never seen him so distraught — as if someone he loved had just died.

  Understanding came with the rising sun. Not only would Josh mourn her death, he would blame himself. The guilt would destroy him. She couldn’t die. Not like this.

  ~***~

  The re-entry into her body was excruciating. She couldn’t help the whimper that escaped her throat and aroused the pervert next to her. He said, “Good morning, sunshine. Ready to have a little fun before I turn you over to the Veyjiviks?”

  Channie’s heart pounded against her ribs. How did he know about the Veyjiviks? “Wh … what are you talking about?”

  “I’ve been tracking you since you crossed the Arkansas border. What were you doing on the west side of the state? Everyone thinks y’all are hiding out in Appalachia. Lucky for me, I was sent to patrol the far western quadrant. I’m the only tracker close enough to sense you. I’ll get a huge bonus for bringing you in before the full moon.”

  Channie blanched. How could she have been so stupid? Harvey was a tracker. That’s why his energy field hadn’t shown any lust. Tracker’s shields were invisible to other mages. But like a new moon, you could detect its presence by what it blocked. The moon hid the stars. A tracker’s shield hid his energy.

  “You’re from the Veyjivik Clan?” Why hadn’t he used magic instead of drugs to control her? It didn’t make sense. Unless tracking was his only talent. He hadn’t even healed the scratches on his face. “What’s your power-name?”

  Harvey’s lips tightened, freezing his sneer, but Channie could tell by the flare of his nostrils that he resented her question. His magical abilities were too weak to support a power-name.

  He said, “Enough about me. Let’s talk about you and all the fun things we can do for the next three days.”

  “Three days?” Channie was stalling, letting Harvey’s lust fill her power-well. She forced Chastity to use restraint. She didn’t know how sensitive Harvey was to his own energy and didn’t want to tip him off.

  He leaned closer, panting like an animal. “I’d love to stretch it out for a couple of weeks, but I have to deliver you before the full moon.”

  Channie leaned away from his stale breath and clamped down on her anger, allowing her fear to surface, fueling Harvey’s lust even though it sickened her. His negative energy was stronger, nastier and darker than anything she’d ever felt before. But it flowed into her power-well and ignited Chastity’s magic. It was all Channie could do to keep
from cursing him as his lust filled her power-well, but she wanted Chastity at full strength.

  Harvey must have been too drunk with lust to notice the power buzzing under Channie’s skin as he stroked her arm from her shoulder to her fingertips. Just a few more minutes, and then he’d pay for this degradation with his life.

  “Be a good little girl and I’ll kill you quickly, instead of turning you over to the Veyjiviks. They have some rather … unpleasant methods of harnessing the moon’s power to extract information.”

  He licked his greasy lips and cocked his head to the side. “Of course, you’ll have to tell me where the rest of your family is hiding. The Veyjiviks would kill me if I destroyed the only clue to the whereabouts of your family. I’m not willing to sacrifice my life for theirs.”

  “Go to hell.”

  Harvey laughed, took a swig out of a silver flask then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Are you ready to get started, sugar?”

  Channie narrowed her eyes. “Are you?”

  Harvey’s eyebrows shot up, wrinkling his forehead. “What’s gotten into you?”

  “It’s what’s gotten out of me that’s changed things, you disgusting little pervert.”

  Most trackers were honorable and worked for the good of mage society. But the profession attracted more than its share of lowlifes that lived for the thrill of the hunt — sexual predators, pedophiles and serial killers.

  “How many girls have you raped and murdered then left in the woods to rot?”

  “Too many to count.” Harvey unbuckled his belt. “And you’re next, sugar.”

  “I don’t think so.” Channie shattered his hidden shield with a white-hot bolt of energy. Harvey bounced off the roof then slammed into the driver’s side door, cracking the window glass. His eyes widened as he scrambled for the door handle.

  Channie pointed her index finger at his heart and said, “Oh, no you don’t,” then unleashed the full power of Chastity’s curse. All the windows exploded outward, rocking the car.

  When she stopped, her power-well was nearly empty, but Harvey didn’t know that. He huddled against the door and whimpered. The acrid stench of urine filled the car.

  Channie curled her nose. “Did you just piss yourself?”

  “Please. I’ll take you back to the highway and let you go. Or drive you to Whistler’s Gulch. Or to your kin folk in Appalachia, I’ll do anything you want just don’t hurt me.”

  Channie wasn’t about to let this despicable creature drive her anywhere, but it was good to know that Daddy’s misdirection spell had worked.

  Harvey’s fear and pain refilled her power-well, but it also fueled Channie’s ego, giving her a sense of omnipotence. She was enjoying this. What was wrong with her? Self-defense was one thing but deriving pleasure from another’s pain — even someone as vile as Harvey — was evil.

  With the help of Enchantment’s magic, Channie was able to get herself back under control.

  Harvey wasn’t done begging. He wiped his nose on his sleeve. “You can take my car. I’ll give it to you, free and clear. It’s all paid for. And … my money.” He rolled onto his left hip, pulled out his wallet and set it in the cup holder. “There’s over five hundred dollars. Just … leave me here and go.”

  Even if Channie knew how to drive, she couldn’t just turn Harvey loose. It wouldn’t take him long to tell the Veyjivik’s that he’d found her on the eastern side of the state … or find another victim to feed his sick appetites. Mage law was clear about the fate of sexual predators. If she were able — and Channie definitely was — it was her duty to kill him.

  ~***~

  It was harder than she thought. Enchantment drained Channie’s heart-of-hearts resisting Chastity’s lethal magic. It did not want her to kill Harvey.

  The words from the Book of the Dead floated before Channie’s eyes. “Daughter of power, conquer your fear, for in the fire, your path becomes clear. For every choice there is a cost and the things you lose are forever lost.”

  The words were out of order, but the message couldn’t be more clear. She had to choose between her duty, her family’s safety and her true name. Enchantment could not survive the dark magic required to kill another human being.

  If Harvey weren’t a mage, she could just call the police and let them handle it. But magically disabled cops would not be able to keep a mage in custody. Not even one as weak and untalented as Harvey. If he raped or killed anyone else, it would be Channie’s fault and she couldn’t live with that, not even if it meant destroying Enchantment.

  Twice she thought she’d accomplished her duty when Harvey passed out and quit screaming. Each time he recovered, Channie’s guilt increased — not because she was killing him, but because she was taking so long to do it — prolonging his misery like a barn cat toying with a mouse. She was holding back and stopping too soon, trying to protect Enchantment even though she knew it was futile. She needed to commit to her decision and end this before Chastity was completely drained.

  This time she didn’t wait for Harvey to regain consciousness. Smoke curled out of his gaping mouth and charred nostrils. She’d expected Enchantment’s magic to grow weaker and fade away, but it fought her to the end and died suddenly, with a burst of power. It was like releasing a sling shot. With nothing holding it back, Chastity’s energy blasted out of Channie with so much intensity it melted the flat plastic buttons on the front of Harvey’s shirt — rounding them into little balls that clung to the scorched fabric like ticks on a dog.

  When it was over, Channie collapsed against the side of the door and gasped for breath. She stared at Harvey’s blackened flesh and opaque, dead-fish eyes — afraid he might somehow come back to life and attack her while she was weak and defenseless.

  Harvey was no vampire or zombie out of some horror movie. He was just a man, every bit as evil and monstrous as any undead fictional character, but he didn’t have the power to rise again. He was really dead this time and he was going to stay that way.

  ~***~

  Channie wanted to get out of the car and never stop running, but she had no idea where she was or how far she’d have to go before she was out of the woods — literally.

  Her cell phone didn’t have any service so she couldn’t call for help. Besides, that would be incredibly stupid. She knew in her heart that killing Harvey was the right thing to do, but the police might not see it that way. Especially since she couldn’t explain how she’d done it with magic. Even if they didn’t arrest her, they’d turn her over to a social worker or stick her in foster care. She needed to get to Aunt Wisdom before the next full moon if she had any hope of escaping this curse.

  It would be much smarter to take the car. Channie didn’t know how to drive, but how hard could it be? The first step was to get Harvey out of the driver’s seat.

  She held her breath and leaned over his still-smoking body to release the locks. The driver’s side door fell open. Channie flew back to the passenger’s seat, braced her back against the door, put one foot on Harvey’s shoulder, the other on his hip and shoved with all her might.

  He slid out at an angle. His head hit the ground first, then his shoulders. But his legs, from the knees down, remained in the car. Channie screamed in frustration then opened her door and got out. She grabbed one of Harvey’s hands and pulled, dragging him another six inches out of the car. His right foot was caught under the seat. She grabbed the hem of his trousers and yanked his foot free.

  Channie didn’t want to sit on the piss soaked upholstery and opened the trunk to look for a blanket or something to cover the stain. What she found turned her stomach … a roll of duct tape, a box of heavy-duty garbage bags, a hand gun and a bone saw.

  Harvey never had any intention of turning her over to the Veyjiviks.

  She held onto the back bumper and dry heaved into the bushes then gritted her teeth and fashioned a seat cover out of the plastic bags and duct tape. She tried not to think about what Harvey had planned to do with these items as she
climbed into the driver’s seat and shut the door.

  The keys were not in the ignition. She searched everywhere including under the floor mats, inside the console and glove box. They had to be on Harvey.

  She tried to explore his pockets with a twig, but it didn’t work.

  It took Channie several minutes to work up enough courage to touch him. She slid her hand into his left pocket, but didn’t find anything. She turned it wrong side out. Nothing but lint.

  Without giving herself a chance to think about it, she reached across his body and shoved her hand inside his other pocket — and pulled out four keys attached to a small metal ring.

  She adjusted the rear-view mirror and barely recognized her own reflection. Both eyes were purple and nearly swollen shut. Her lower lip was split and her nose was crooked. She probed her injuries with her fingertips and marveled that she hadn’t noticed the pain before now.

  It took Channie over five minutes to cast what should have been a five-second healing spell using Chastity’s negative energy, but when she was done, she didn’t have so much as a bruise.

  She scooted the seat forward so she could reach the pedals, then realized she didn’t know which ones did what. There were three of them instead of two which further complicated matters. She’d just have to experiment. She studied the diagram on the little knob between the seats. It was easy enough to figure out that the “R” was for reverse, but she couldn’t get the knob to stay in that position. Maybe it had to be in the “1” position to start the car.

  The first couple of times she turned the key, the engine coughed as the car lurched forward, but immediately died. She kept trying even after the engine refused to turn over, but when the starter quit grinding, she banged her head against the steering wheel and screamed.

  It wasn’t fair, but sitting in a dead car next to a dead body wasn’t going to get her any closer to Aunt Wisdom’s house and it wasn’t helping her state of dehydration. Channie couldn’t remember ever being this thirsty. She got out and knelt in front of a puddle of rainwater. She didn’t have much energy left after frying Harvey and healing herself, but she used what she had left to kill the bugs, bacteria and parasites in the puddle. She skimmed the surface of the water with a twig to clear away the residual debris, but only managed to swallow two mouthfuls before the taste of rotted vegetation made her gag. Puking her guts up was not an option.