Grim-faced, Jenks shouted, “What are you waiting for, Ivy? God to say go?”

The truck lurched, and I steadied myself against the long silver locker Nick had bolted to the truck bed. My sweat went cold in the new breeze, and thinking we had done it, I pulled the hair from my eyes and smiled at Jenks. My smile faded.

As we jostled into traffic, he was using a plastic cord to truss Brett up with a painful savagery. I thought back to seeing his kids tearing apart the fairy nest in his garden. This was a side to him I’d never truly seen before, since the difference of our sizes had insulated me from it.

From inside the truck came Nick’s petrified voice, “Go faster, Ivy! They’re behind us!”

Wedging myself into the corner, I held my hair out of the way and blinked. I had expected to see Jeeps or Hummers. What I found were three Weres in wolf skin, tearing down the street after us. And they were fast. Really fast. And they didn’t stop for red lights either.

“Son of a Disney whore,” Jenks swore. “Rache, you got any more charms in that gun?”

I shook my head, scrambling for a way out of this. My eyes darted to my ankle. “Jenks, get this thing off me.”

Brett was coming around, and when he tried to get upright, Jenks lashed out, savagely connecting with his head right behind his ear. Brett’s eyes rolled back and he passed out.

“Hold on!” Nick shouted. “Right turn!”

Tossing my splat gun into the front, I gripped the side of the truck. The wheels skittered and hopped, but Ivy kept it on the road. Nick yelled an obscenity, and a motor home flashed by, tires squealing. I didn’t want to know how close we had come to becoming a hood ornament.

My heart pounded and my gaze shot to my foot at the feel of cold steel against my skin. Jenks’s shoulder muscles bunched, and as we hit a pothole, the charmed silver band snapped.

Frantic, I sent my gaze behind us. Holy crap, they were right there!

“Ivy!” I shouted, stomach clenching. “When I say, hit the breaks.”

“Are you crazy!” she shouted, glancing back at me, her short black hair framing her face and getting into her eyes.

“Just do it!” I demanded, tapping a line. Line energy filled me, warm and golden. I didn’t care that it was tainted black, it was mine. I took a breath. This was going to hurt if I didn’t do it right. Big circle. Big circle. “Now!” I shouted.

The breaks screamed. I lurched, shocked to find Jenks’s arm between my head and the metal cabinet. Brett slid forward and groaned.

“Rhombus!” I shouted, the word raging from me hard enough to hurt my throat.

Heady and strong, the line energy flashed through me, expanding upward from the circle I had imagined painted on the pavement. It wasn’t strong enough to hold a demon, but it would hold together long enough for what I wanted. I hoped.