Casey grabbed my shoulder. “Don’t worry, your ride’s probably okay. We’ll just need to take everything with us. Go get your keys from the office.”
Tears swam in the corners of my eyes as I darted for the office. That asshole had ripped apart the one thing that mattered to me.
I tried the office door. “It’s locked!”
“Give me a sec, I’ll get it!” Zara shouted from the lift.
I shook the doorknob as my mind spun with worry. There could be a silent alarm. They could be on their way. Jaxson could be here any second.
My skin began to prickle, and my arm hair stood on end. Then a shock of cold raced down my arm and blasted the doorknob out of my hand. I yelped as the office door blew off its hinges, and the detached doorknob clattered to the floor somewhere in the office.
“Damn,” Zara called from her post. “I thought you didn’t know magic.”
I looked down at my hand in shock. “I don’t.”
A big red light in the interior of the office started blinking.
Well, crap.
As a new layer of panic seeped into my voice, I shouted to Casey, “I think I screwed up!”
“Get the keys,” Zara hissed. “I’ll get the truck. We gotta work fast.”
I flicked on the office lights and found the cabinet with the car keys, which was also locked. Zara was gone, so I tried focusing my mind and doing the magic thing.
Nothing. No explosion, no icy skin, no juice.
With nothing else to do, I rampaged through the desk until I found a key hanging on a hidden hook. I jammed it in the lock and popped the cabinet open. My keys were on a chain with a bunch of tiny silver paint brushes, so they were easy to find. I snagged them and dashed out of the office.
When I emerged, Casey had the car down and the bay door open, and Zara had expertly backed the truck up so the tow dolly was aligned.
We were so close.
Casey waved me over. “Hop in and put her in neutral! Zara and I will push.”
I slid into the driver’s seat, and my heart wrenched. My radio was gone, leaving only a big black hole in the faux wood paneling.
I was going to murder Jaxson Laurent.
But first, we had to get out of here. I threw the car in neutral and gripped the wheel. “Okay!”
Casey grunted and pushed the car with all his might. Zara rolled her eyes and waved her hand, and the car slowly rolled forward. When Casey grunted and fell on his knees, she grinned.
Apparently, mastery over metal meant she could shove half-ton cars around. Cool.
The metal ramps of the trailer grated on the pavement as the Fury’s wheels rolled on up. Then the pickup lurched forward an inch as the car thumped against the end of the dolly and settled down in the wheel sockets.
“Nice! Let’s get the other shit!” Casey shouted.
I scrambled out of the car as Zara secured straps around the wheels, barely believing our luck. Casey was struggling with the loose back of the seat, so I grabbed hold, and we dumped it in the bed of the pickup.
I ran around the pile of car parts. “What is all this stuff? Does it even belong to my car?”
“No idea!” Casey yelled, picking up a few pipe-like objects. “Just grab it and go. You can give it back later if it doesn’t belong!”
“This is insane!” I snatched a few things I thought I recognized, ran back to the truck, and dumped them in the bed.
Zara had finished securing the Fury and climbed up into the cab of the truck. “Let’s go, you two!”