Holly
By noon, the two had packed up and loaded onto Salix’s bike, ready to hit the beach. As tempting as it was to pack her protection charm, she placed her trust in Salix and left her magical items at home. She did, however, pack an unspelled dagger, a small container of salt, and several white candles in the bottom of her bag. Just in case.
Salix had wanted to take the scenic route, so they drove along the small highway that ran through the national forest. Tall pine and oak trees lined the sides of the road, their branches covered in Spanish moss. The underbrush was thick and lush with green ferns and smaller trees. Holly kept her eyes on the edge of the road, hoping for a glimpse of wildlife in the wild swath of Florida.
Holly’s senses had heightened since removing her charm in
