LOGIN40,000? How in the world? I couldn’t stop counting the zeros. How in the world did I get that much? I didn’t think the town had that as a whole.
“How?” That was the only thing I could say.
“Well, the town raised about 10,000; half of that came from the Holloways,” which seemed right. They did 5,000, and the town did
I climbed out of the truck, and my knees immediately threatened to betray me, as terror was apparently easier to manage while sitting down. I grabbed the door before I could fall and stood there for a moment, staring at the little house tucked between the trees. Nothing about it looked particularly magical, though I wasn't sure what I had expected—maybe glowing windows, strange symbols carved into the trees, or a cauldron bubbling ominously on the porch.Instead, there were flower boxes beneath the windows and herbs hanging upside down from the porch roof, while a faded blanket had been draped over the back of a rocking chair and several mismatched pots crowded the steps. It looked like someone's grandmother lived here, which somehow made it more suspicious.You expected a cauldron.Maybe.
For the first few minutes, I couldn't stop looking behind us. Every set of headlights made my heart jump. Every vehicle made me tighten my grip on the steering wheel. Every bend in the road had me expecting my father's men to appear."Stop looking behind you.""I'm not."Rebecca turned her head slowly toward me. I glanced at the mirror again."You're going to drive us into a tree.""I'm watching the road.""You're watching everything except the road.""I've managed so far.""Barely."I shot her a glare.
Five minutes. I folded the note so quickly I nearly tore it. Then I shoved it deep into my bag and looked up. My father was still speaking to a man near the entrance. I didn't recognize him, but judging by the way he shook Father's hand and immediately began apologizing for something, I assumed he was important enough to be useful and not important enough to make Father particularly happy. Perfect.I needed a distraction. My stepmother stood beside him, occasionally nodding along. The guards had spread out. One near the entrance. Two outside. Another beside the hallway leading deeper into the building. Not perfect. Definitely not perfect.You have five minutes.I am aware.Four minutes and fifty—Do not count.
The remaining two hours felt longer than the entire journey before them. My father didn't return to his papers. That was the first problem.The second was that one of the guards now sat in the front passenger seat, and another vehicle remained so close behind us that I could see its headlights every time I glanced through the rear window.The third problem was my stepmother. She kept looking at me. Not constantly. That would have been easier. Instead, every few minutes, I would feel her gaze settle on me. When I looked over, she'd turn toward the window or adjust her dress as though she hadn't been staring. She was thinking about what she'd seen. The man flying backward. I rubbed my palms against my skirt.Stop doing that.Doing what?Looking guilty
The river disappeared behind us, and for the next hour, nothing happened—which, somehow, made everything worse. With every bend in the road, I wondered if this was where something would go wrong, and every time we slowed, my heart jumped. Every unfamiliar vehicle made me wonder if it belonged to the witch's daughter, though it never did; of course it didn't, as we weren't at neutral ground yet.I rested my forehead against the cool glass. "How much longer?"My stepmother sighed. "Must you ask every hour?""I haven't.""You've asked three times.""That seems reasonable."My father didn't look up from his papers. "Six more hours."
Getting into the vehicle felt considerably less dramatic than walking away from the estate, though I wasn't sure what I had expected—perhaps thunder, or even a crack of lightning.I expected the Moon Goddess herself to descend from the heavens and announce that I was about to make either the bravest or stupidest decision of my life; instead, one of the guards simply opened the door."Miss.""Thank you." That was it, and I climbed inside. My stepmother followed me, which meant whatever tiny spark of freedom I'd felt promptly died. Wonderful. My father climbed in after her, which was even better. Once the door shut, I was officially trapped in a vehicle with the two people I was attempting to escape.You could bite them.We are no







