two weeks ago. If I had any sense, I’d take his truck and get the hell of out
Magic Side. Away from him, away from the sorcerer, away from all the
bullshit. If I had to, I’d leave it in a ditch.
I sighed as I climbed into the cab.
If I lied to myself, I could almost believe that twenty-four hours ago, that
plan would have worked. But not now.
Now I was being chased by a monster I couldn’t outrun. It was part of
me.
The truck rumbled to life, and the tires screeched as I beelined for the
exit. The garage door opened, and I squinted as I careened onto the bright
street.
I hated Jaxson Laurent. For what I’d become. For the mess I was trapped
in. For the power he had over me. For the heat he made me feel.
The truck listed a little too much as I took the corner fast.
Easy, tiger.
My mind began to clear as I headed toward the Indies and away from
Jaxson. All I had to do was act normal until I could get the cure from Alia. It
might kill me, but I had to try. I couldn’t live with a monster inside of me.
I let out a breath, feeling a modicum of relief as I passed the sign that
marked the border of the Indies. Welcome to Indiana, it read, though
someone had crossed out “Indiana” and replaced it with “Wild Side” in big
yellow letters.
I pulled up in front of Aunt Laurel and Uncle Pete’s house and got out. It
was just after seven a.m., and I was certain Casey would be sleeping.
I was wrong.
The front door burst open, and my cousin stormed out. He was awake and
looked like he was about to throw one down. Halfway through a string of
curses, his gaze landed on Jaxson’s truck, and his face contorted. “What. The.
Hell?”
“Good morning to you, too,” I said dryly as I strode up to his Rav4,