His blue eyes widened. “Shit.”
“I know.”
He rested his hands on his head as he said some choice expletives. I tried to keep my emotions in control as he let his go. Meredith had been his friend for way longer than I had. I’d already had my freak out time, so I let him have his.
He paced in a circle a few times before stopping in front of me. “What do we do?”
“We ask my cousins for help. If they can’t break the curse and I can’t convince whoever cast it to break it, then I’m not sure what’ll be next, but we’ll cross that bridge later. Or hopefully not at all.” I crossed my fingers. “You wouldn’t happen to know where the coven is, would you?”
“No.”
Shit.
“No one except Mr. Dawson—and maybe Dastien—knows were they live. Did you ask Dastien?”
I cringed. “That’s a no go.”
“I can get us in the general area, but it won’t be exactly where they live.”
I grabbed my car keys out of my purse. That I could work with. “Get us close, and I’ll use my visions to find the rest of the way there.”
Chris swallowed. “Can I see her before we go?”
I wanted to say yes, but we didn’t have time and I didn’t want us to get caught. “She’s in the infirmary, but she’s knocked out. She’ll be there when we get back.”
“Okay. Let’s go,” he said.
My fast walk quickly turned into a jog.
God, I hoped we had enough time.
Chapter Four
Chris directed me down the most pothole-ridden road I’d ever seen. My Tiguan SUV bottomed-out and I cringed. This puppy was only weeks old, but I had to push her hard, driving as fast as I could.
We came around a bend, and I slowed as an unmarked fork appeared ahead. “Which way?”
“I don’t know,” Chris said. “Maybe right? Probably right.”
“Maybe or probably?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never been this close. Wolves aren’t usually allowed on their land, but I’m pretty sure it’s up here somewhere.”
I pulled over, and tapped my fingers on the steering wheel. “No worries. I’ll figure this out.” I undid my seatbelt and hopped down from the car.
“Where are you going?” Chris asked, leaning halfway out his door.
“Just wait.” I closed my eyes and let down my mental barriers. Visions used to bombard me all the time, but now I had to lower the imaginary wall around my mind to see anything. I pressed my hands against the dirt road, hoping for something, but all I got were flashes of cars driving by. I walked a little farther down. A rabbit met its maker here. Not helpful. I touched the trees and a bush, and got a whole bunch of nothing useful.
The irony wasn’t lost on me. I’d spent my whole life wishing for the visions to go away, but now, when I actually needed one, they were failing me.
I went down one of the forks in the road, bending to touch the ground, searching for any sign that I was headed in the right direction.
After a bit, I turned around and started down the other fork.
“You see anything?” Chris asked from beside the car.
“Nothing useful, but I’m not giving up yet.” Touching the trees showed me the days passing. Sunlight. Rain. Animals climbing up their bark.