My heart pounded with icy worry.
“Are you okay?” I called urgently.
“Reserve your energy!” Jason ordered.
“I got this,” I shouted, not sounding as strong as I wanted.
“You’re spent,” he hissed, sending me a dark glance before he cursed.
I widened my eyes and stared at the spike strip ahead. It was over five feet wide, and behind it, a fleet of armored cars waited, big guns trained on us, while three badass motorcycles rammed into our rear and side to keep weakening the ward.
“I miscalculated,” Jason said darkly. “I shouldn’t have dispatched my teams elsewhere.”
“Don’t beat yourself up so hard, sugar.” I tried to comfort him. “You aren’t exactly a god, are you? So you couldn’t expect the witches to waylay us. I bet my cheap ass that they have a psychic on their payroll.”
“We’ll run
