Before I could rush off – juiced up and half-cocked – Uncle Jim arrived in a cloud of dust and irritation.
“Christ’s tits, you two!” He glanced at Nate’s car. “Where is he?”
I pointed south. “Bastard left me behind.”
“You wanna vent or find something to save your idiot brother?” He tossed me the book.
It thrummed.
“You’re giving it back?”
“Pfft. I made a copy. Now hurry. Clock’s running out.”
The book opened to the right page. Intentionally.
I swore.
“How bad?” Jim asked.
“Unimaginably.” I stepped onto the ley cross.
“Don’t! That’s…”
Magic surged through me, burning. “I know.”
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