Monday, October 15, 2012
Uncle Jim called The Monastery – an impressive compound indicative of the Priest family’s sense of humor. They’re neither celibate nor religious. Father Mark would consider truce if Jim returned the car, armaments included.
We pretended détente was possible while sabotaging their equipment.
“So, am I on my own?” I asked.
Nate’s jaw clenched, released. “Best keep you close.”
I went to lay wards on his car, before my magic found its own way out.
Nate approached, weapon raised.
Spells still glowing, I froze.
He flipped the gun around and handed it to me. “Time to get out of Dodge.”