Free Demon's Moon: A Celia Winters Novel Book 2 by D. L. Harrison Page A

said
goodbye, she didn’t feel as if she’d never see her friends again.

Chapter 11
    It was only a twelve hour trip, but they decided to stop somewhere
in Pennsylvania, which was about two thirds of the way there, since they didn’t
leave until noon.  It would be much easier to slip into Albany during the day
with all the traffic, rather than pulling in after midnight.  They still didn’t
have much of a plan besides trying not to be seen, and gathering information on
Gerald and his home when they got there.
    All Elaine had really known is the whole coven, over twenty
six people last she knew, all lived in the coven house.  She’d always been
under his control, so she had no idea what kind and how many wards and trap
spells there were around the place.  It would take some time to gather the info
and form a plan that had any chance of success.
    She was also painfully aware that not only would Ed and she continue
in close proximity as they had before, but they were also alone with no one
else around.  After the last assassination attempt and her decision to live
life, and learn about herself through experience instead of simply thinking
everything to death while too paralyzed to take a chance, she could hardly get
the thoughts of him holding her out of her mind. 
    He may have lacked shifter strength, but he was defined, and
his body of hard muscle had fit very well against her body of soft curves. 
Silva wasn’t a help at all, if anything the tiger made it all worse, heightened
her emotions and the reactions of her body.
    She shook her head and pushed it all away, or at least, she
tried.  This was going to be a long day…
     
    She shifted slightly in her seat for the hundredth time that
first hour and laughed.
    Ed glanced over at her, “What?”
    She shook her head, “I feel like a kid that had too much
sugar, too much sitting.  Sometimes I think the store will kill me when I have
too much energy, but the car is even worse.  At least at the store I can walk
around and stretch my legs.”
    Ed snorted, “Aren’t cats supposed to be lazy and lounge in
the sun all day?”
    She shook her head, “Real tigers don’t have shifter magic
enhancing their bodies, or a witch’s core magic to feed it even more energy.”
    Ed frowned, “So you have more energy than other shifters,
you think?”
    She shrugged, “I believe so.  It doesn’t make me stronger or
faster, it’s more an endurance thing.”
    Ed suggested, “Why don’t you burn some of it off, we could
use some wards on this van, plus a subtle glamour so the police don’t take
notice of it.  After all, we did kill the owner and steal it… technically.”
    She smiled and jumped at the chance to get out of the seat.
    “That might help, I can charge my personal wards up little
higher as well I think,” she had to be careful with that though, the earrings
could only hold so much magic before the spells would destabilize and fall
apart, releasing the stored magic.
    She did the glamour first, so no one would see her walking
around and crawling over seats to the corners of the van while it was in
motion, it would be ironic if they got pulled over for a seatbelt violation. 
Not that they couldn’t get out of it with magic, but it was better not to be
noticed at all.  It was very subtle work, and would affect witches as well.
    They hardly wanted to arrive in town in a vehicle that was a
beacon of magic, might as well call ahead or drive in with a sign painted on
the side that boldly spelled witches.  Witches would still feel the magic if
they got close enough, but wouldn’t really pay attention to it or take note of
it.
    The van had two rows of seats in the back, about half of it
was open space for storage, so she crawled over the back seat and got started. 
She duplicated the wards from her store, they would be much safer from fire and
air attacks, she also added physical wards.  It wouldn’t help if they rammed
into a brick wall, or another car, but