Chapter Seventeen
Shawn hesitated. He glanced between Sydney and Orlaith. When Sydney slowly drove backwards, he pulled the back door open and jumped in. The moment the doors were closed, she swung hard as she pressed down on the accelerator. “Where’d you learn to drive? Slow down!”
“Shut up,” Sydney muttered as she headed for the beach, with frequent glances in the rear view mirror. She shot a look at Corrin who sat beside her. “What’s the beach got that’ll protect us?”
“Salt.”
“What?”
“Salt. In the water.”
Sydney shook her head and still his comment made no more sense. “Keep it four-year-old simple.”
“Salt protects you from evil spirits. She cannot cross a line of salt, or a body of water filled with salt.”
Chelsea leaned forward, her hand clutching the back of the driver’s seat.
