‘Where’s the MacQuarrie flagpole?’ I asked, whipping my head around.

‘I don’t see it,’ Taylor muttered. ‘But it might be round that hill or near another section of the border.’

I ran ahead, feeling the brush of faint magic across my skin. ‘There’s virtually no border,’ I spat. A scream rent the air. That was when I began to sprint.

I paid no more attention to the beautiful field of heather. Instead, heart pounding, I ran as fast as I could. When I reached the top of the hill, I saw what was wrong. On the other side, less than a hundred feet away, there was a quaint little thatched cottage. Its roof was burning and billowing smoke was pouring from its open door. That was the good news. Outside were two Fomori demons. There was a gap between them but they looked as if they were struggling to hold onto something. Or someone with the Gift of Invisibility.

‘Tipsania!’ I yelled and ran towards them.

Both demons’ heads jerked up and I heard their snarls. One of them fell back and yelped in pain. I smiled grimly to myself; I knew from experience just how sharp Tipsania’s kicks could be. Then I caught a glint of sunlight from a long, lethal blade that he was holding and my smile vanished.

I searched deep inside myself, scanning through the different trickles of magic which I’d stolen from the various Sidhe at the Cruaich. I had to have something which would work. Dowsing was useless, as was Animal Summoning. Getting a creature here would take far too long. Apportation, however…

I focused in on the long knife and concentrated. It shimmered for a few seconds before zapping away to drop into the old well back at the Adair Lands. The demon gaped down at his suddenly empty hands, baffled by what had happened. ‘You bitch!’ he screamed. He charged right for me.

There was a strange cracking sound and the ground beneath our feet trembled. A moment later the demon was sprawled face first, his ankle caught on a root which had appeared from nowhere. Morna. I looked around but I couldn’t see her and there wasn’t time to seek out her position. There was still another demon to deal with. From the way his arm was being wrenched from one side to another, he still seemed to be wrestling with Tipsania. I was almost out of options.

I drew out the very last of the Illusion magic, using it to make my hands light up as if on fire. ‘Release her or I will barbecue you!’ I shouted.

The demon turned to me. His expression was an ugly snarl but the distraction was enough. He was yanked to the side and let out a frustrated screech.

‘I’m free!’ Tipsania’s voice screamed. ‘End him!’

I swallowed hard and raised my hands. The demon cowered, holding his hands over his head. Then Taylor was by my side, handing me a loop of rope. ‘It was in the boot of the car,’ he explained. ‘It seemed like the sort of thing you might need.’