Jared is just a kid.
I knew the ghost was after him.
I should have done more.
“We’re about an hour drive away. Maybe less if we hurry.”
Jacques tears a page out of the notebook and hands it to Thomas, telling him to get the things written down. Thomas looks it over and then hurries upstairs.
“Do you know how to cast a circle?” Jac asks Gemma.
“Yeah, I do.”
“You’re going to cast a protective circle around Ace. Your job is to hold it the best you can so nothing gets out.”
Gemma nods. “I can do that.”
“Let’s go,” I say, flattening my sweaty palms on my thighs. “We can work out the rest of it on the way. Oh, shit.”
“What?” Gemma asks.
“We won’t all fit in the car.”
Gilbert closes a cabinet and comes to the table with an armload of herbs. “You all go. We’ll follow above you.”
“I don’t want you to get caught,” I counter.
Gil grins. “We won’t get caught.”
“You better not,” I warn him. “I’m not losing you. I’m not losing any of you.”
“I’m not that easy to get rid of. Promise.”
“Good. Then let’s go.”
We gather the rest of our stuff, call Hasan in, and head out. I sit in the back with Jac so we can go over our plan as Gemma drives. A good thing about moving to this house on the outskirts of town is that I’m only an hour or so away from the national park. Still, an hour is too long. So much can happen in an hour.
