Apparently, not as many of Grimes’s men as I thought were staying behind to fight the fire, because more shouts rose behind me.
“There she is!”
“I see her!”
“Get that bitch!”
I hopped over the white picket fence at the edge of the yard and darted into the woods. Despite the fact that men with guns were chasing me, I still made myself slow down and watch where I put my feet so I wouldn’t fall victim to one of the traps strung up around the camp. I had no desire to escape the hunting party only to get a face full of elemental Fire from a sunburst rune seared into one of the trees.
But the good thing about nasty surprises like booby traps was that they could work both ways—like helping me thin out the murderous herd thundering through the forest behind me.
I darted through the woods as fast as I could, searching for anything that might trip me up—or at least injure one of my pursuers. More bullets crackled through the trees and leaves around me, but they weren’t as close as they had been before, meaning that I’d managed to put a little distance between myself and my would-be murderers.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the sun gleaming on something close to the forest floor, and I veered in that direction. Even though I knew it was there, it still took me a few seconds to spot the fishing line. The trap was identical to the first one that Warren had disarmed earlier. One end of the line taped to a sunburst rune that had been scorched into a tree trunk, the line running across the path at ankle level, then the other end wrapped around a small peg that had been pounded into the ground.
Perhaps Lady Luck had finally decided to smile on me, because this particular peg was actually hidden by a thick rhododendron bush. I stepped off the path and crouched down behind the bush, making sure that I was as hidden as I could be by the arching branches and green, glossy leaves. Then I carefully took hold of the fishing line and waited—just waited.
Ten . . . twenty . . . thirty . . . forty-five . . . sixty . . .
I counted off the seconds in my head as I listened for sounds of pursuit. Finally, after about three minutes, two men came crashing through the woods toward me, rifles clutched in their hands. I peered through the branches at them.
“Did you see her?”
“Where did she go?”
“We need to find her!”
They shouted back and forth to each other as they moved through the woods. Grimes had trained them well. The two men stayed within sight of each other at all times so they could watch each other’s back, and they were close enough together that they wouldn’t miss me hiding in a clump of bushes between the two of them.
Slowly, they crept toward my position. I stayed still and quiet, my blistered, bloody fingers curled around the thin fishing line, as though I were a spider hanging on to a piece of my own web.
“careful,” one of the men said as they neared me. “You know this section is dotted with traps.”
“What kind?” the other man asked. “Pits, snares, or Fire?”
“Fire, I think,” the first man replied. “But you don’t want to trip any one of them.”
The other man nodded his head and started moving forward again, his eyes sweeping the forest floor, while his buddy kept a lookout on the landscape around them.
The men were fifteen feet away from me . . . ten feet . . . seven . . . five . . . three . . . one . . .
“Stop,” the first guy said. “I see some fishing line. Be careful—”
I grinned and yanked on the line, pulling the tape free of the sunburst. The rune flared to life on the tree trunk on the opposite side of the path, burning an angry red in warning.
“What the—” That was all the first guy got out before a ball of elemental Fire exploded all over him. He went down in a singed, smoldering heap, screaming and clawing at the flames that were melting his skin, hair, and eyes.
The second man stared down dumbstruck at his buddy, as if he couldn’t believe that the other man had been careless enough to actually trip the trap. I surged to my feet. A branch crackled under my foot, but I didn’t care. The man whirled around just in time for me to slam my fist into his chest. He staggered back, and I yanked the rifle out of his hands, flipped it around, and shot him in the throat with his own weapon. He was dead before he thumped to the forest floor—
The feel of hot, invisible bubbles popping against my skin was the only warning that I had that I wasn’t alone. I threw myself down onto the ground.
A ball of elemental Fire slammed into the tree above me, showering me with hot sparks and smoldering splinters. Another gust of magic swept through the air. I grabbed the guy I’d shot and rolled him over so that he was on top of me. A second later, another ball of Fire hit the tree a few feet above my head. The flames washed over the man’s body, burning through his clothes and leaving nothing behind but charred, ashy, flaky skin. The amount of Fire would have killed him had he not already been dead.
The stench of seared flesh filled my nose, along with noxious clouds of smoke. I coughed and shoved the burned body off me. The rifle still in my hand, I staggered to my feet and risked a glance through the trees. I didn’t see any more men chasing me. They were probably busy putting out the fire I’d started. No, this time, Grimes and
Hazel themselves were hunting me.
Grimes was carrying a rifle, which he raised to his shoulder and pointed in my direction. But I wasn’t as concerned about him as I was about Hazel, who gave me a cruel grin even as more elemental Fire flashed to life in her hand. I could dodge bullets a lot longer than I could dodge magic.
Even as Hazel reared back her hand to throw her power at me, I fired off a few haphazard shots with my own rifle, then turned and started to run once more.
The Fire slammed into the spot where I’d been standing, and the heat from the blast nipped at my heels like a pack of hungry wolves, even though I was ten feet away and moving fast. Hazel wasn’t holding back. She didn’t want to take me back to camp alive. She just wanted me dead.
The feeling was mutual.
But with my magic still so low, there was no way that I could go toe-to-toe with her. And with Grimes by her side, I couldn’t hope to hide in the woods, sneak up, and shoot her in the back either. That meant running away and coming back to fight another day. I wasn’t ashamed by my retreat, though. I’d gotten Sophia away from here, so I’d kept that promise to Jo-Jo. Now I just needed to find a way to keep the one that I’d made to Owen to live through this.
So I ran and ran through the woods as ball after ball of elemental Fire tore through the trees, bushes, and rocks all around me. If Hazel wasn’t careful, she was going to set the whole mountain ablaze with her magic. Or maybe that’s what she wanted, for me to get trapped in the middle of a raging forest fire. Dead was dead, after all. I didn’t think that Hazel would be too picky about how she accomplished my demise.
Either way, there was nothing that I could do but keep running. I needed to put as much distance between them and me as fast as I could, so I didn’t have time to be cautious, slow down, and look for traps, not if I didn’t want Hazel to roast me where I stood. So I had to hope that I wouldn’t put my foot down in a snare, tug loose a bit of fishing line, or stumble into one of the stake-filled pits.
For once, my luck held, and I didn’t encounter any more traps, but I still wasn’t going to be able to escape Grimes and Hazel.
The fight at the salon, rushing Jo-Jo over to cooper’s, climbing up the mountain with Owen and Warren, killing the guards at the pit, using my Ice magic to freeze the rocks on the ridge, fighting Grimes’s men, feeling his and Hazel’s Fire slamming into my body. All of that had chipped away at me.
It was one thing to be without magic, but even more troubling was the loose, rubbery feeling in my legs, the sweat streaming down my face, and the constant stitch in my side as I tried to suck down enough of the hot, humid summer air to keep putting one foot in front of the other.
I was about to turn and try to make some sort of desperate stand against Grimes and Hazel when I spotted a wide opening in the trees up ahead. I’d long ago lost track of where I was on the mountain, but maybe I’d
