Spellbent
“Under the stasis spell, the girl’s heartbeat bad slowed to maybe ten beats a minute, and her blood oozed through her veins like syrup.
“Jimmy, please cast that stealth charm of yours on the car.”
“But you said I wasn’t supposed to—” the boy began.
“I said you were not to use it for racing your friends on the freeway,” Karen said sharply. “This is different. We need to hurry.”
“Okay.” The boy closed his eyes and began to recite a Japanese racing charm.
The car shimmered around us, then went translucently blue.
Mother Karen stomped down on the accelerator. We sped up the street at ninety miles per hour, zipping right through slower vehicles. I caught quick glimpses of the interiors of tall vans and SUVs as we passed through them, the occupants oblivious but for one little girl in a car seat who goggled at us as we zoomed beneath her feet.
Write Review:
Guest
Read Also
8 / 10
User Reviews: