As they approached the school, tyres screeching, her Father finally broke the silence. “They’re not here.” He said in a deadly whisper.
“What! How do you know?” Zen demanded as he threw a very illegal U-turn that sent the cars behind them into a chorus of horns.
“I can sense their magic when I’m close enough. If they were here I would have known by now.” He explained briefly as they sped away from the school.
“Oh no.” She said, as a fresh wave of fear entered her bloodstream. They were too late. If he was still at home then that text had been older than she’d hoped.
“This isn’t good.” Her Father breathed out, almost to himself.
“You’re not helping.” She protested and she felt nausea rise up in her throat as worry clung to her like oil.
“I really think you should stay out of this, Zen
