16. ReturningThe handsome man in the black leather jacket stood in the middle of the road, his hand held out for the book. Four riders stood behind him, not moving.
Without a word to each other, Cait and Danny ran. It was useless, she knew. They had no chance of escaping. Where would they run to? They raced along the pavement anyway, away from the man. But it was playing for time. They had to turn and fight. They were out in the open, caught in the light, the chase over.
Footsteps pursued them. The riders. She slowed down. Enough running. She reached for the magic lying coiled and cold within her.
And what should she do? Play tricks with their minds, make them see monsters attacking? But perhaps that wouldn't work on such mindless beings. Turn their blood black or make it boil in their
